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Lady, you’ve been there for the birth of both of my children. You’ve sat by my side many a night while we laughed and we wept and shared all of the stories.
Even the ones I had never shared with anyone before.
You accept me as I am, knowing it all – seeing it all. You counsel, you drop everything, you are genuine.
You love my children like they were you own. You take care of my man as your own brother.
For these and so many more reasons – we are sisters. Bonded by that which we have in common. Us the broken, the mended, the loving and the fierce.
Oh what a beautiful and blessed day it was. The day you were born.
This is going to make your day. Your week. Perhaps your life. My pal Tamara Nile has floored and entertained me with this brilliance of parody, like BOOM! Like WHAM! Like POW!
Remember that video I was talking about a while back? The one I was going to make featuring some of the best snippets (digitally captured at least), of Abby’s first year on planet earth?
Well I finally got around to finishing it. You’re welcome aunties, uncles, g-mas and g-pas! And yes, you too – dear friends of the internets. A baby’s 1st year is quite the entertaining, darling and most amazing wonder. Truly. I’m especially partial, being that she’s mine…
The mister left for Norway (yes, with the band – Digging Roots – he plays bass in) on Tuesday. It was a crazy haul, (36 hours of travel just to get there, yikes!). Of which resulted in his luggage arriving but not his 6 string bass. Lost in Europe somewhere. Why do airlines suck so bad, semeingly specializing in loosing/damaging musician’s instruments? Please, lovely readers – send our fella all the good vibes and prayers you’ve got; in having his electric baby blue safely returned to him. Preferably in time for the gig.
Nick Sherman. He’s a fine cross of Ray LaMontagne meets John Mayer, except he’s Anishinaabe – so way better.
Or do I?
I was introduced to him at ANDPVA’s last Red Revue at The Sister in Toronto. It was also on this night that I was introduced to the greatness that is Dr. James Luna. If you don’t know about this award winning, Pooyukitchum (Luiseño) and Mexican-American performance artist and multimedia installation artist – you should.
I was lucky enough to have had the Digging Roots time-warp encapsulate him on his way back home from a big tour, wherein he played all night at our neighbourhood block party. Along with DRoots. (Video after the jump!)
This. The pure and absolute joy of a toddler and their baby sister riding high on the fumes of summer. Sweet, hot, simple summer.
Seemingly made just for little ones.
Oh, my little guy. In no particular order, view the summer of our dear sweet baby boy. Yes. He’s still my baby.
With such a small age gap, ( between Abigail and her bro, I had my worries.) Uneasy about the changes to be thrust at our young lad, really still a baby himself (21 months). Anticipating jealousy, vowing to make sure I made the time for him that he deserves. Newborn or no.
The BSM is away on tour. This video of their Tom Foolery during a Robson Valley mudslide has some to do with their musical talent but all sorts to do with their plain awesomeness.