Eleven Years Ago Today...

…My father, then the rector of St. Peter’s Parish in Upper Gullies, Newfoundland, married DH and me. It’s been a wonderful eleven years. We were married on another beautiful July day, much like the temperature today in Ottawa (the thunder storm yesterday broke the humidity – hallelujah!). We celebrated our wedding in my father’s church and our reception was held in The Bungalow, Bowring Park, St. John’s – a place I remember fondly as my friend and I would go swimming at the pools there together when I visited her and her family in St. John’s. In those days, L and I used to buy ice cream from the concession at The Bungalow.

I’d get married to DH again in a heartbeat. Happy 11th Anniversary, DH!

I had hoped to post to my blog at least once a week after our baby was born. Here is post number one, post-natal. I’m going to apologise in advance for all of the news I’m missing from my other blogging friends. I think Iain has some type of device put on this computer as, if I go anywhere near it, he gets upset. To be fair to Iain, he is having one fussy period a day for about 4 – 5 hours. Other than that, his nights have been pretty good with three to four hours solid sleep in between feedings. I can deal with that! However, for the moment, it does mean I may be a bit out of the blogging loop. I miss you all dearly and will read up again each chance I get.

Iain Daniel turned one week old yesterday and, I can tell you, that the week has been filled. And not just the week, most of the 24 hours of each day! Here we are enjoying a 4:00 AM feeding.


I mentioned that my parents and my in-laws were visiting. They have been fantastic with helping out in every area around the house, allowing DH and I to concentrate on our new baby. MIL turned into the grand conductor and, together with assistance from FIL and my parents, hosted a baby shower for me two nights ago. As well as a celebration of Iain's birth, the event provided the opportunity to see some friends that we won’t likely see again before we move to Nova Scotia at the end of the month and all Iain and I had to do was show up. Iain did very well and was only a bit fussy. It was incredibly hot and humid with over 30 people in our little house. I thought everyone did very well not melting into helpless pools on the floor. And the air conditioner was on bust! We were overwhelmed with our family and friend’s generosity and it was a lovely evening.

As you ‘new first baby’ veterans can probably guess, stringing two words together right now is a challenge, let alone two pointy sticks. However, if Iain continues to snooze on DH’s arm as he is doing right now,


I might get a couple of more rows of my sock knit. That’s about as much as my addled brain can handle at the moment!

Thanks to all of you folks, as well, who offered warm wishes and welcome to our little boy. We are quite smitten with him. I just know he’s a little knitter in training!