Saturday, 26 December 2015
Saturday, 28 November 2015
Dusty Violet Boutique♥
With our three boys, baby girl and 24/7 daycare, you'd think our plate was pretty full;) It is and I love it:D
We also discovered a great way to turn my night time hobby of making
pretty, lovely things for my Deanna Lillie into a side business. It's
turned out to be a great way to help fund our Simcoe County Family Home
Daycare with toys, new beds, equipment etc. that will always be needed,
as their needs change. It also helps us to
give back to the OSMH Pediatric Department for 2016. They were so
great during Deanna's stay there and we are forever grateful for the
blessing of our baby girl♥
(2015 donations have been going to Sick Kids Hospital. We have
decided our 2016 donations will go to OSMH, peads for our quarterly
donations, starting in January).
The Children, my Husband and I are so thankful for your support of our
small business. You make such a difference to them and what we are able
to provide for them♥
We are hoping the Christmas sales will fund hockey nets, helmets
and/or sleds for much needed outdoor, winter play this year. We now
have 2 little girls that are going to love going down the kiddie hill,
for the first time on sleds this year♥ Donations of extra winter gear, craft supplies, boxed tissues etc. are always welcome at our subsidy based family home daycare♥
Please share Dusty Violet Boutique with your family and friends:) I am
writing down my list of Christmas orders you are placing with me.
Thank you for letting me be the one to make all the pretty accessories
for you and your little girl♥
Thank you so much for shopping local and making this difference in
your community... bright blessing for a Merry Christmas and wondrous and
joyful New Year♥
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
Thursday, 12 June 2014
Mother's Song (A Traditional Lullaby)
My heart is like a fountain true
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me
There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me
There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me
No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree
A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me
Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.
Rev. Gould
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me
There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me
There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me
No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree
A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me
Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.
Rev. Gould
Thursday, 24 April 2014
I’m living Hands Free
I want to make memories,
Not to-do lists.
Not to-do lists.
I want to feel the squeeze of my child’s arms,
Not the pressure of over-commitment.
Not the pressure of over-commitment.
I want to get lost in conversation with the people I love,
Not consumed by a sea of unimportant emails.
Not consumed by a sea of unimportant emails.
I want to be overwhelmed by sunsets that give me hope,
Not by overloaded agendas that steal my joy.
Not by overloaded agendas that steal my joy.
I want the noise of my life to be a mixture of laughter and gratitude,
Not the intrusive buzz of cell phones and text messages.
Not the intrusive buzz of cell phones and text messages.
I am letting go of distraction & perfection
To live a more simple life consisting of what really matters.
To live a more simple life consisting of what really matters.
I’m living Hands Free.
© Rachel Macy Stafford 2010
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
The joy of your first year♥
Covered in cake and icing, your smile stretched ear to
ear.
A single candle celebrates, the joy of your first year.
We sing Happy Birthday Deanna, you play midst wrap and bows.
We marvel at how you touched our lives, just one year ago.
A single candle celebrates, the joy of your first year.
We sing Happy Birthday Deanna, you play midst wrap and bows.
We marvel at how you touched our lives, just one year ago.
Your three brothers watchful over you, giving hugs and
kisses as you smile. Delighting
in your giggles and playfulness, every second worth all the while.
I remember the first time I held you, kissed your head and whispered your name.
You've changed our lives forever, our hearts will never be the same.
As a child you'll love this day, for all the sweets and presents too.
As a family we'll love your day, for the gift we got was you.
Each year we'll add another candle, so proud to see you grow.
But always with the memory, of your first day long ago.
I remember the first time I held you, kissed your head and whispered your name.
You've changed our lives forever, our hearts will never be the same.
As a child you'll love this day, for all the sweets and presents too.
As a family we'll love your day, for the gift we got was you.
Each year we'll add another candle, so proud to see you grow.
But always with the memory, of your first day long ago.
Thursday, 21 February 2013
New Baby, New Journey...
Every baby is born into a new family... for that family is forever altered and forever changed by the miracle of life:) I picked up a lovely new nature journal at Mariposa Market today. We're getting so excited for the new adventures we'll have with the new baby this spring. It goes well with the fantastic new jogging stroller we picked up with big bicycle wheels;) Wherever the boys wish us to explore and discover with the new baby... we'll be up to the challenge and have a journal to record our journey in:)
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