Wednesday, March 22, 2017

When Mom Comes To Town

This post is so long overdue, but, better late than never, eh? ;)

Most know that my Mom is from out of town. She still lives in the Province of Quebec, and I do get to visit there from time to time, but with the two newest littles, that hasn't been as easy for me in the last few years. 
So she's been the one coming down a few times a year to spend time with our little family. Luckily, we are both tekkie enough to know how to operate Facetime and Skype, and we still get to see each other almost daily. Isn't technology wonderful? Here we are, a good 7 hour drive away from each other, but she still gets to see her grand kids growing, which we both love so  much. 
It's amazing how used to it the kids get to it too, and so funny seeing the littlests' reactions whenever she decides to visit. It's total confusion, like, wait, this is Nana from the screen, how'd she get out of the screen? LOL! 

Anyway, here are a few shots from her visit last October, just before Halloween. It's always nice having her around during holidays of birthdays, as it makes them feel that much more special. On this visit, we did our usual errands all over town, especially to places we can't always readily get to, because we don't have a vehicle, and traveling with 3 kids - even though one is a teen, the other two are still in car seats, or in a stroller - isn't always easy.
But this time, we did something special, we brought ALL the kids to a local pumpkin patch, and it was fun, until the wind picked up, and everyone started whining about the cold. Heh, October is funny that way.

Fall has such a way with colours. I love how the leaves start changing, and morning dew has a tendency to frost. It always makes for such interesting photo opportunities. I'm not sure what this plant is, but it's a type of vine, and the berries almost looked like grapes, but don't quite grow the same way. I thought they were perhaps elderberry? 


Mom and I have a bit of a tradition when she visits. Whenever possible, she likes to keep it a secret, so that at the end of the school day, she can surprise the kids by picking them up at school (I'm with her, of course, as since Mom doesn't live here, she's not on the approved pick up list). But on this day, it truly was a surprise for Didi to unexpectedly have her Nana pick her up. It would be difficult for the teachers to NOT know who she is, what with Didi running up to her yelling "NANA! NANA! NANA!" Ha! Ha!

 It was so balmy and sunny that day, that the little bees were still busy collecting pollen from the fall flowers. Here is one thoroughly inspecting our garlic chives, which I really hope will make a comeback this Spring, since I love using them in so many dishes.

The boy stayed home with Daddy one day, and it was just us girls all piled into Nana's car, and we headed to our local Outlet Mall, which we commemorated with a carfie, of course. Always a fun place to go for some fun shopping, and of course, stopping at the HUMONGOUS Bass Pro Shop there - between my Mom and Darling, we never seem to be able to avoid that place ;) It's always interesting though, there's no shortage of different ourdoorsy stuff to see. The littles are particularly fond of the huge aquarium of indigenous fish at the back. The tank is so big, and I believe they try to mimic the fish' natural habitat as best they can (if wild fish had a huge glass screen on one side where humans could just gawk at them...).

As usual, Mimi had to do the back-to-back stance with Nana, to see just how tall she's gotten. Mimi, not Nana, cause Nana stopped growing a long time ago, and all of her 4'11" have been Mimi's measure for years. She knew she'd be a 'big girl' the moment she surpassed her Nana in height! LOL! (For the record, it took her almost 11 years.)

Yay! It's pumpkin patch time! They had these awesome carts with huge wheels which made carting the kids and pumpkins around much easier, but of course, the signs indicating that these were not intended for children was not very visible from the parking lot, which is where another visitor gave us this one at, which incidentally, carried his pumpkins, and daughter... 
Good thing I always bring a stroller when we head out. 

Can you see my big girl under those bleachers? She was convinced the BEST of the best pumpkins were hiding under there, so I let her go on a great pumpkin hunt ;)

The Itty Bitties enjoying their short-lived heavy duty cart ride :D
It was such a perfect setup, Mom had some awesome picnic blankets in her trunk, which we used to pad the bottom of the cart, and create some padding at the back for the kids to lean up against.

I don't know about you, but I just love these awesome little gourds. They come in such a variety of shapes and sizes. If I'm not mistaken, I do believe I retrieved some seeds from these, to try and grow some for ourselves this year. 
Which reminds me, we really should get on top of starting some seeds for our garden soon. With our son being a bit bigger, I think gardening will be a little easier for me this year. And watching littles play in the garden  and teaching them about growing your own food is always so much fun.

On Nana's last day, we got to kick some pretty, colourful leaves all the way to school. It's always sad to say goodbye to Nana, but, we always know she'll be back in just a few months. 

Which, as of today, is in just weeks, as she's decided that this year, Mother's Day was going to be an extra special celebration for us, and that we will be spending it together. 
Can't wait to see you in May Mama!

 TTFN Dolls! 

Monday, December 5, 2016

Which Came First, The Goose, Or The Egg?

I haven't been blogging much lately, what with a teen and two littles keeping me rather busy. I had been contemplating starting again, but wasn't sure what to write about. Then this past week, something happened that I just needed to get off my chest, and apparently, that was exactly the shove I needed. (Thank you antagonist!)

I, Julie A Harper, was accused of copying. Now, I've been called many things in my time. Artistic, Clever, Creative, Honest, Kind, Sarcastic, Supportive, but never, ever a copy cat. Like ever!

I had the pleasure of being harassed on my own facebook page by a woman who has it firmly in her head that I have usurped her 'branding'. Problem is, as hard as I might, I really don't see how I could have, because I had no clue who she was, until she started this. Wait, that's not entirely true, I did encounter an Instagram account about one years ago that started using my own #LaTzigane hashtag. I'll admit, I was surprised at the time, because I really thought my business name was original, but La Tzigane really merely means 'The Gypsy" in old French, so I didn't make much of it. It was only a matter of time before someone else caught on.

Full Disclosure: I've decided to share the whole debacle right here on my blog, why? 
Because I have nothing to hide!  
So without further ado, here is how it all started.
(Notice the threat to "visit me" in the first bubble...)

It should be noted that I have personally contacted Etsy, and was informed that Sylvie is not associated with Etsy in any way, and she does not have the ability or authority to do anything at all regarding my shop. At all. I could not even find either a personal or seller's account for her either.

*You can see some backtracking here, when she realizes my image was uploaded August 7th 2015, and not February 5th 2016. Keep this date in mind...*

The issue is that she is going on and on and ON about how I am stealing her branding. Starting with my logo, and my etsy banner, both of which I designed myself, from my very own ideas :) She challenged me to divulge where MY inspiration came from, after publicly sharing an image on my business page from her PERSONAL page (you can refer to the fourth image from the top above to verify), of a beautiful 1877 poster where she got hers. **
This was another screen grab she shared from her own personal page, dated November 14th, 2014, where she claims this will be her future boutique. Which, as far as I can ascertain, was at least 5 years after I opened my own facebook business page. It should be noted that at this point, she hadn't even opened a business page yet, and since I did not know her, there is no way I could have just surfed her page and "stolen her idea".

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but, simply cropping a small part of an image, and using as your own, is not only NOT inspiration, it is, in fact, stealing. And yes, I know that the copyright laws only cover items up to 100 years, but it still did not fall under the rule of inspiration. In her mind though, it did.

Now, I will share exactly what inspired my designs.
At the end of 2014, I had been thinking about changing my branding, and started doodling some ideas, by hand, in a sketch book. Yup, I kicked it back old school! ;) And then I noticed through my IG feed that there was a sudden uptick of deer antlers floating by in all manner of decor, and this really caught my eye. My whole family, Mom and Dad's side, have been hunters and gatherers. Hunting and fishing for wild meat, farming for meat, eggs, and dairy, and planting humongous gardens, for canning, preserving, and freezing. I have wonderful memories of late summer harvests En Famille, where everyone gathered together at a specific house, to harvest whatever crop had been planted that year, and all the women got together to prepare, chop, grate, peel, stew, can, bake, it was amazing. I still remember the aromas wafting out the windows from all the cooking. And the meals. Oh, the meals. We never used disposable plates or napkins. We lined up the picnic tables outside, my great aunts would lug out baskets filled with table ware, cloth napkins, and tablecloths and blankets. The cloths were spread on the tables, the blankets on the grass under the trees, and one single table held all the dishes and flatware, and the food was spread on the rest of the tables, buffet style. It was, well, magical. We didn't have cellphones or iPads to keep us entertained then. We all talked amongst ourselves, the kids played together, ran around, our swing was a board and two ropes hanging from a branch, we swam in the duck pond (and learned to remove leeches with a salt shaker), the old men played horseshoe, the ladies played old maid, or "Vitesse" (a really fun card game that I'd love to learn to play again). Yes, it was magical. But I digress.

The hunting part may not have been as magical in the gathering sense, but still required a lot of family involvement. It was mostly the men, but my Mom, and at least one of my Aunts used to join them, and all of us kids were introduced to it, it was a way of life. I remember my dad bringing home mallards, Canada geese, moose, deer, grouse, pheasant, beaver, racoons, rabbits, turkeys, coyote, wolves. And no, we didn't eat all of these, but most of the animal was used. Times were indeed different then. Dad's favorite hunting method has always been archery. He believed it was a noble way of hunting, that it was actual sport, where the hunter needed to be cunning and patient to catch their prey. And every year, he waited, and got that perfect trophy. He has a wall filled with antlers to prove it. And these animals fed our family for months.

Dad's Trophy Wall

A closeup. 

Mon Papa.

I'm 44 now, and haven't lived at home for many years, but Dad likes to bestow Nature's gifts upon me on occasion, because he knows I appreciate and love them. I revere them not only because they come from him, but because they are made of Her, The Great Mother, who just as she provides Nature and greenery for her animal children, provides the same Nature, greenery, and animals for our own sustenance.

La Tzigane is Olde French for "The Gypsy", a moniker given to me by my maternal grandmother, who called me her 'petite gitane', or her 'petite bohemienne', for my wild and carefree heart. I was different. I was me. And she recognized it. And she loved me. As a child I was always dancing, whirling around, I'd twirl my skirt, wrap my head in scarves, sneak into my Nana's bedroom, and try on her special jewelry, admiring how the stones shone when the light hit them. This is where my business name came from, and the styling was reminiscent of those turn of the century dancers, Ysadora Duncan, and Ruth St. Denis, the Mothers of Modern Dance. I actually styled some of my original shots from old photos of Ruth. I didn't copy them, mind you. Just used them as inspiration. Here are a two photos I posted on my FB page a few years back, to show then where my inspiration was born from. The one on the left is of Ruth St Denis, the one on the right, yours truly! 

While pregnant with my son, I put my etsy sop in vacation mode, and figured this would be a good time to give it a new look. It became incredibly important to me to implement my History into my logo. And I had to somehow incorporate the antlers. I had a few pairs here, and started arranging them like frames on my table. Round, oval, just two together, then, I suddenly noticed that if I took this large pair, and placed them upside down above that smaller pair, Oh my goodness, "IS THAT A HEART?!" Yes, I could definitely see a heart shape there! And how perfect was it that a heart, the greatest symbol of Love, could be formed simply by placing 4 deer antlers together. The rest then just started falling into place. All these ideas started rolling in my head, what other natural items could be incorporated as symbols of my history?  Feathers? Flowers? Leaves? I scoured photos in my own family albums for things that would bring back childhood memories. I remembered walks in my grandmother's garden, on beaches, in fields and forests. And I remembered what a little collector I was, bringing home rocks, shells, sticks, flowers and leaves to press, bugs, bones and feathers to display, and this is who I still am to this day. I literally have vases designated for my feathery finds displayed in my home.

My mind hummed with ideas, I scribbled, I erased, I crumpled, I started over with something different. And then it all suddenly fit. The antlers, in the shape of a heart, would represent not only my history, but my family frame. The morning glories on the bottom, which my father grows every year, two beautiful blooms which represent my husband and myself, in constant state of budding, blossoming, closing, evolving, their vines intertwined with the antlers, holding them together. The feathers, our children. Not only ours together, but my son from a previous relationship, who passed away just shy of his third birthday. He's a little to the side, in the upper corner, as a symbol of his  ascendance. That is the deep representation of my logo. My Story. My History.

Dad's morning glories, winding themselves around old discarded practice arrows he likes to keep around. A nod to where I got my magpie tendencies I suppose.

The rest, well, as far as branding goes, it all has to be cohesive, doesn't it? You can't just throw myriad images together willy-nilly and hope for the best, it has to all tie in together. And as Mr. Thompson used to tell us in Computer Graphic Design class, "KISS", as in, Keep It Simple Sweetheart (only he never said sweetheart! LOL!).  So I just broke down my own logo, and found ways to tie it all together, starting with the font, and added that little arrow as a nod to my story above, and because I thought it was cute. And to be honest, to have some person harass and bully me to change what came from my heart, and accuse me of copying them, and calling my work '"cheap", and myself "delusional" (hello pot, have you met kettle?), was downright classless! 

I mean, clearly, I'm clever and talented enough to execute my own beaded jewelry, crochet and knit wares -every single item in my shop right now was made of my own two hands, NOTHING is outsourced, I excelled at life drawing and graphic design, and graduated with a diploma in Visual Arts and Graphic Design from the NCAAT, but I can't be creative bough to come up with my own branding? Not to mention that I come from a long line of creatives. Oil painting, millinery, sewing, crochet, knitting, whittling, pottery, sculpting, wood turning, sketching, music, I was exposed to it all firsthand. The generation before mine believed that if you couldn't purchase it, you made it, and this was definitely passed on to me. 

I mean, I suppose it would be easy for someone to just judge me by their own actions, and think that everyone is just like them. If SHE simply cropped an image to suit her needs and pass it off as her own, it's definitely possible she thought I did the same. In fact, I'm pretty sure she does. But I didn't, for the simple fact that I never needed to.

Her logo on the bottom right made its first appearance in IG on November 14, 2015, mine (bottom right), made its first appearance as my cover photo on my Facebook page on February 17th 2015, my logo only appeared on my Etsy shop on August 7th 15, because my shop was on Vacation Mode before then, due to my self-imposed Maternity Leave. (Remind me again, don't those two months come before November???) 

This is her website's home page, which doesn't lead anywhere.

Her Facebook page was started in January 2016.
Whereas mine is from 2009.

** Disclaimer: I feel that since this person has already posted her attack publicly on my Facebook page, I am within my rights to share them here. These are screen grabs, none of the dialogue has been changed. The whole conversation can still be made available on my page if need be, I have simply hidden them, because frankly, it was starting to look spammy...

TTFN Dolls!

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015

What a wonderful weekend we've had. It started out a tad gloomy, but the weather changed to balmy sunlight, and stayed that way for the duration of our last long weekend as a family before Winter's cold turns the corner. 
As some of you know, this was Canadian Thanksgiving, one of my favorite holidays! For how it gathers family of course, but mainly, FOOD! ;) I love me some turkey with all the fixings. And I love our tradition. Both Darling and I's families live far away, so it's always been just Us, save for once or twice, where we were invited to someone else's place, or family was visiting. Truth be told, we are generally homebodies, and to prefer a quieter gathering to a loud, free-for-all bash. I always wind up eating wayyyyyy too much at those! LOL!

I spent all day Saturday cooking and prepping the yummy goodies, while Darling caught up on outside gardening and laundry. (He is a GEM!)

Saturday was this little nugget's 10th Weekversary.
I don't know if it's just me, but I swear, the hours, days, weeks, are all a blur. I am doing my best to soak up every moment with these littles of ours, but frankly, there just aren't enough hours in one day to drink it all in.
Oh but look at this wee man, isn't he a gem? He's at such a fun stage right now, discovering his hands, and his voice. So much coo'ing and smiling. It is mind-boggling to see these little ones come into their personalities.

Ah, yes, my homemade stuffing. I refuse to use that MSG laden prepared stuff. So a few years ago, I bit the bullet, and searched out stuffing recipes, tweaked it a bit here and there, and came up with the perfect combination that pleased my family's taste buds.

Me and my babies. Such a warm, raw moment captured by Darling. 
I do complain on occasion that I'd love a bit more Me time, alone, where I don't feel responsible for anyone else's stomach or needs, just for a short while... But the moment I get it, all I do is think of them. I miss them and wonder what they're up to? Wondering if they need anything, because it always seems that when I'm around, nobody can find what they're looking for! Ha! Ha!

We kept it really simple. Wait, "I" kept it really simple! LOL! It's one thing to be busy in the kitchen all day, and being able to get it all done. But I am surrounded by tiny assistants, whom we affectionately refer to as "Insistants", a term coined by Mimi when she was a tiny thing trying to help me, and declared "But I want to be your INSISTANT!!! I love it when kids come up with their own expressions.

Turkey, stuffing, corn, creamy mashed potatoes, gravy, and loads of cranberry sauce (berries IN, thank you!) A perfect late lunch/early dinner meal. 
Which we ate two days in a row! Thanksgiving leftovers ROCK!

Our meal was accompanied with a delicious glass of Fontana Vidal from Riverview Winery , a deliciously sweet, fruity wine. Dangerously delicious in my opinion. This Mama is NOT a habitual drinker, but this was going down way too nicely for someone who hadn't had wine in, wow, about 4 years? I'm a cheap date! LOL!

Good to the very last crumb!!!

And what Thanksgiving meal would be complete without a piece of pumpkin pie, loaded with coconut whipped cream? 
Or as Didi likes to call it "Porcupie"
Add that one to the list of favourite kids' expressions! 

Seriously, we had to hide the pie!

Sunday Pancake Breakfast. Weekday mornings are always such a blur here. Darling rushing around getting ready for work. Mimi in a complete haze, trying her best to remember everything she needs for school. And me, with a needy Didi who wants everything right and now, and a tiny little man who just wants his boobie breakfast, well... Sometimes I don't even get to sit down to my first sip of coffee until 10:00am!
But on weekend mornings, nobody's rushing around. Music is playing, and Mama's in the kitchen, doing what she loves the most: Cooking! My Buttermilk Pancakes are always a hit, and I've had to learn to triple my batch in order to have some left over to freeze as toaster pancakes on those rushed weekday mornings. This has sort of backfired, because then the family eats WAY more than their fair share, seeing as there's a big pile in front of them.

It was an absolutely wonderful long holiday weekend. Lots of activity, lots of work, and lots of LOVE!
And now? Well now we prepare for Halloween!!! 

TTFN Darlings!


Thursday, September 3, 2015

This Too Shall Pass

You know, when life throws you lemons?
Well, let me tell you about shitty days.
They start like this:
Woke up at 6:00am by baby boy, who's diaper is filled at capacity with a blowout. Awesome! 
I can barely keep my eyes open, because I've had (maybe!) 4 hours of sleep. And these are cumulative mind you, not consecutive... I change his diaper, we exchange some pleasantries, and just as I close the last snap on his onesie PHLPFFFFLLLPPDFLLPFPPPaaaaargh.... 
Oh joy, he got to fill a clean diaper, just the way he likes it... (Insert giant eye roll here)

At this point, the 3yr old is already up, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, placing very specific breakfast demands. Little miss wants poached eggs on hash browns, with toast. 

I suddenly remember that I must wake the teen up for high school registration today. She's pissed, of course, because getting up at 7:00am sucks after impersonating Rip Van Winkle all summer. She just doesn't understand that it'll take time to get herself, her sister, and her brother fed, dressed, ready and out the door. Oh wait, ME TOO!! 

And we're walking, because we don't have a vehicle. Not too bad, it's only 15 minutes at most. But it's hot.

By the grace of all the Gods, the baby decides to go back to sleep. This gives me a window to make breakfast - tater tots & fried eggs, don't judge me! - and a small pot of French Press coffee. I swear, I run entirely on fumes and coffee these days... 
I literally inhale my breakfast, because I know my window to get ready is shrinking faster than a snowball in the hot August sun. I rush through a five minute face (BB Cream, a stroke of concealer under each eye - because my bags have bags! - a touch of cream blush, a swipe of cream eyeshadow, eyebrows and mascara), and then try and find something appropriate to wear that is both cute and is nursing friendly, without making me look like an adult entertainer. This is a seriously challenging feat.

I try one wrap dress, only to find that the slightest movement opens the collar up and reveals my bra in its entirety. Something I'm sure the teenage boys at the high school wouldn't mind, but I do. So I reach for one of my trusty "Nana" dresses. Covers everything that needs covering, but still cute.
I finish filling all the forms that should have been filled back in July but weren't, cause I've been a tad busy. 
The kids are fed, dressed, and ready to go. I carry our awesome Phil&Teds double stroller down our front steps, and come back in, only to find that Baby Boy needs a fresh diaper. Ok, I can do this. Rush to the bedroom, change the diaper, aaaand he's hungry. I got this too, I whip out a quick snack for the boy, until I can tell he's full. And just as I'm about to pull him over my shoulder for a burp, he spews. No, I mean like something from the Exorcist. All over himself, my bed, AND my dress! 
The toddler's whining that she wants to get going, so is the teen. Ok, change the baby's clothes, wipe my dress with a wet cloth, and out we go, making sure I've got all the paperwork & money needed for registration. 

I get the baby in the back seat of the stroller, plop the toddler in the front, and breathe a sigh of relief, cause we are ready to GO! 

Then nothing. I look down, and one of the rear tires on the stroller is flat. This thing is brand spanking new! I run back up the front stairs, rush to the basement for s tire pump, Rush back up, out the door, lock it, and get started pumping that tire. Phew, it's working. Put the valve cap back on, drop the stroller on it, and PFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!! All the air comes out. At this point, a string of beautifully colourful French words start streaming from my mouth. I try again. Same thing. 

This stroller is We've had it for a week! 
Have I mentioned it's hotter than Hades out there? Now the toddler starts complaining that she wants to go, the baby starts crying, probably from the incredible heat, and the teen is looking at me like "What do I do now?!" 
I make the Teen call her friend up and beg for a ride from her mom. There's no way we're going to make it. I'm on the verge of tears, feeling like an absolute failure, because despite thinking I had it all under control, the shit still hit the fan. 

So now, I sit here, in my dark bedroom, trying not to crumble in tears while nursing our infant son, begging our Toddler to please wait until I'm done nursing her brother and I will get her a snack, and no, she can't go outside to dig in the dirt, and please, PLEASE wait until I'm done, and I will help her change into different clothes. 

Teen girl has been picked up & dropped off, and is waiting in a huge lineup to get registered for one of the greatest stages of her life, and I'm missing it. I wanted to be there to support and help guide her. But now she's on her own. Perhaps it's for the best, I mean, I know she would've preferred to have me there, but now she'll be with her best friend, and it'll likely be much more memorable for her that way. 

And on a positive note, I just got off the phone with P&T's customer service, and they will send us a brand new tire for the stroller. And that just relieved a bit of the stress that was building up.

Nap time is here, and hopefully both little cooperate, and nap together so I can join in. :)

TTFN Dolls!
Tomorrow is another day 😊

Monday, August 17, 2015

Weekend Hangs

Our everyday has been filled with kids' demands, cooking, cleaning, lots and LOTS of laundry, and very very full hearts!

We celebrated my birthday on the 8th by having breakfast at a local greasy spoon, which was also our very first time out as a family of five. Dear Lord, that floors me every time I say it: Family of FIVE! 
We are so busy during the week - Darling at his clinic, me at Home - that we've made it a point to really be present with each other during the weekends. 
Still loads of work to do around the house, but so much more time spent simply being together. 

This week, we went to Williams, and each indulged in some fine deliciousness. 

Hard to believe this little darling is three already. Time has flown so fast, that it really drives home the fact that our three children will be grown and have flown the coop in the blink of an eye. 

Mimi and Didi getting some couch snuggles on.

Ahhhhhh!!! Completely blessed out, milk drunk baby. Is there anything cuter?! 

Though I'm still healing from childbirth only three weeks ago, I have been able to slowly get back to my normal domestic activities. But I am taking it slow, and not doing too much. One thing I love doing, as many know, is cooking; and let's be honest, my family is totally into that too! ;)

Most Sundays are Big Breakfast Day (health permitting), and this week was no exception. Made my delicious Buttermilk Pancakes, and thought I'd play a little joke on the girls. You see, I've had to take drastic measures to prevent them from eating the whole stack of cakes as I'm making them. (I swear, they'd eat them off the griddle!!) 
So I made a few little cakes for them, and served them on little plates. Very well received by two girly girls who inhaled the "Oh So CUTE!!" cakes in about 60 seconds flat! 😂😂😂 

I had mine with fresh, juicy, ripe nectarines, and just a smidgen of real maple syrup. 

The Wonder Weeks tell us that all the fussiness we've been getting from this wee man are due to his first Leap. If you are a new parent, please, do yourself a favour, and look into TWW, either the book, or the app. It will do wonders (hah! Pun!) to help you understand all of these milestones your baby is hitting, and hopefully save your sanity. Nothing worse than dealing with an inconsolable, clingy, crying baby, and not have a clue what's going on. Even harder on the little ones, I'm sure. 
Thankfully, there was no shortage of arms ready, willing, and able to hold this little guy! 
And in Nana Linda's arms, who drove up from Brantford to meet her first grandson for the very first time. To say she was smitten would be an understatement 😏

TTFN Dolls!! 

I'm hoping to have a nice post written up for our birth story soon.