• Archive for November 2009


    Thursday, November 19, 2009

    Good morning my good friends. It has been an unusually long time since I have written here. I am not dead! Quite the opposite…I have been busy growing a baby! A third little one is well on it’s way to joining our family. It was very hard these last months keeping this lovely secret hidden from you and our families. We shared the joy with the girls last weekend; the memory of their jubilant faces will linger near my heart forever.
    Roger and I’s hearts ache with the blessing, are their even words to explain this feeling of joy. We feel amazed that we are having another baby as if it is too good to be true. We have been given two perfectly heavenly children, to be granted another, is to us the most cherished gift heaven could give.
    I must admit my natural excited pregnancy energy has been thwarted, by the extreme nausea and sickness I have experienced these last three months. I have been nearly bed-ridden, and have only survived because of the generous care Roger has been providing the girls and me. Also my two dear friends here in Nigeria have cooked all our meals these last weeks. This gracious service they have willing given our family has kept us afloat…Thank you so much gals!!! I was feeling much better for a few days and even managed to get the backlog of laundry done. Today I am down and out again. It’s all worth it though…nothing like a sickness with a glorious out-come!

    Our wonderful news spilled at last.

    Until I am well enough to live my life my blog might be a tad sparse on news.

    I am headed back to bed; please have a lovely day for me.

    Breakfast in Bed

    Monday, November 9, 2009

    Over the weekend we turned a chapter in our life, the moment has come where our daughter is working in our favour. Marion made us breakfast in bed! We are thrilled to say the least. We do realize Marion will need a bit of 'recipe cultivation' as cilantro-oatmeal filled ice-cream cones are not as appealing as the idea of breakfast in bed...

    As parents we are hopeful...all good things start out small...right!

    He's Coming

    Friday, November 6, 2009

    After eleven days...Roger is on his way home! Just in time because I was contemplating going crazy in the next few hours! Being alone in Nigeria is a force to recon with. There is just no where to go and nothing to do to break up your days. I think I may have gotten a touch of cabin fever...so I was relived to hear my dear is on his way. I have everything in order to celebrate his return. The Friday treat is made, my feet are freshly manicured, and my lips are painted...

    I think it will be a great weekend!

    Hope yours will be as good as mine...


    My little bro Cowboy

    Wednesday, November 4, 2009

    Ya'll remember my little brother Bradley...he is a cowboy for Canyon Ranch. I just got some amazing photos capturing the beautiful life he gets to live. Bradley has moved on to the ranch in his own cabin...cabin six. I feel incredible proud of my brother, but there is also the feelings of wonder, how did life pick up such a fast speed? I can hardly except that Brad is old enough to be the mature and capable person he is (no need for a bossy older sister anymore...boo-hoo!) You can see for you self how Brad fits the part as the Hottest Cowboy in the Caribou!

    Luv you Brad

    Lovely old outbuildings on the ranch


    Tuesday, November 3, 2009

    Dear Josh and Katherine,

    If I had a perfect word to say to you I would use it…but I come up empty. There are no words to share my sorrow for your loss. If I could hug you I think you would be able to feel every emotion that is in my heart. If I could reason with God I would ask to take the loss for you. I loved you baby…I dreamt of your baby…we dreamed together. The dream has changed, we won’t see or smell or feel your child. But we know your precious dream is been cuddled in the heavens tonight, the angles will sing the lullabies, and love will be your baby’s souls only emotion. From earth we can only whisper kisses and cherish your child with a dream of heaven’s glory.

    I love you always

    When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
    Kahlil Gibran

    Sleep Over

    Monday, November 2, 2009

    The only thing that is nice about Roger been away is that Marion sleeps in my bed with me. Last night when I headed up to bed I found her curled up inside my duvet cover. I wonder what the thought process was for her to want to sleep like that. It did make for some stifled laughter and helped my feel just a little less lonely for Roger...

    Little Red Ridding Hood's Halloween Adventures

    Sunday, November 1, 2009

    As you can see the girls were little red ridding hood. When I put together my shipment the thought of Halloween costumes never even fluttered through my mind. So last week when emails started going out about Halloween advents taking place, I scrambled to think of something for the girls to wear. I sent my house help out to the mainland market to hunt me down some non African material...hours later she returned with exactly what I was looking for. Marion and Davina looked the part perfectly...if only Roger were around to be the wolf! Nahh he would have been the brave woodsman...and I probably would have been dubbed the wolf!
    The girls were having a blast until we got to the fifth floor and Marion was struck with one of her wild ear aches. She begged me to take her home, and for Marion to give up free candy was proof enough of her pain. Marion and I were up half the night fighting yet another illness! What's up with this sickness marathon? Today when I went to my box of herbs to make her up a concoction, there were bugs in every bag! Goodness me...I almost swore...if you see a S.O.S flag flying over Nigeria...it's me wanting to go home, where there are health food stores and good hospitals!

    Any way, enough complaining! Pictures from last night...

    Parental Paparazzi and cute characters.

    The End.