They crack me up

Sometimes, the kids just crack me up. Other times, of course, they drive me completely crazy. Sometimes I think it’s strange how depending on my mood their actions are either endearing or annoying!

Honestly, they are so joyous and pretty funny all day long. Sugar finds slapstick so funny, but it is Spice’s wit that keeps us cackling.

The running joke with these glasses was this: “mommy! If we had your genes we would look like this! We have your eyebrows and daddy nose and glasses. Ha!”

Today was the last day of school and I have the kids home for the rest of the summer. So I was practicing enjoying their antics since I will be in the midst of them for the next two months!



Harambee hair

Hmmmmm… What to do for my daughters hair before Harabee camp? I know! Let’s sew it. I really like this technique because it is super fast and is an interesting alternative to braiding. I don’t know where I learned to sew hair but I think it was on YouTube! [Edit: video below!!! in the comments] Pretty isn’t it? Spice likes it anyway.




Wine Wednesday: La Frenz Winery


The girls and I stopped for our annual visit to La Frenz Vineyards. La Frenz is my favorite winery on the Naramata bench.

Every time that I visit, I find wines of quality and at least one that I really want to take home. This time I was on a mission: to find a wine or two to go with butter chicken and Indian food for our “a night out for the Fairer Spouse.” (Formerly known as moms’ night at Harambee family camp.)

I missed my husband since I only got to try four wines. We usually order four each and taste each other’s.

First to try was Riesling, which was a nice peachy, honey, fresh, balanced off-dry wine. The winner for the Indian dinner, however, was the Muscat d’Alexandria. I am a big fan of Muscat and you don’t see it very often in North America. It’s exceedingly floral and shows off best in off-dry or sweet applications. Bingo! Hmmmm… musky orange blossom, lemon cakey wine. Just perfect for the intricate spice profile Indian food. Not everybody likes sweet wine, however, so I decided that I would have to find another dry and/or white option as well as a red for the dinner. It doesn’t matter that red doesn’t go with butter chicken; some people only drink red!

I also tried the Malbec, which was okay, and the high alcohol version Muscat d’Alexandria. This I found had way too much alcohol, which wasn’t very well integrated. Pity, because it would’ve been lovely wine without that excess alcohol.

Anyway another successful visit to La Frenz. The only downside was that the girls got a little bit of flack. They are really well behaved at wineries and mostly just running around looking for dogs outside. They were getting a drink at the water fountain and the lady called over “excuse me, please stop playing with the water fountain”. Actually they were just getting a drink. But besides that, it was a great place to visit on a June afternoon.

Wine Wednesdays… Ok – I admit upfront that I love wine. I always got lots of comments and questions (on the old blog, I mean,) about the wines that we serve with dinner parties, etc. I also I have been expanding my own wine knowledge, and recently completed my Advanced level of the WSET (Wine and Spirit Education Trust) courses.

So what better way (other than in person, over a glass of wine) to share my love of with you, than to have a series dedicated to favourite wines? Cheers!

Attachment parenting long after adoption

“I’m going to make this place your home…”

The song was playing on the radio as I’m driving to Penticton with two happy girls in the backseat. That’s not how we started the day though, and I thought I would dictate a post about today, from the coffee stop along the way. I think it’s a good example of what attachment parenting looks like… long past adoption day.


I’m not saying I’m the attachment parenting guru (ha!) as we’ve made many mistakes along the way. But today, I got it right.

As you know, Jason and I were gone for nine days in Morocco while my parents look after the girls. They did a great job by the way… My dad said that the jellybean jar with one candy for every day helped the girls countdown the time we were away. But I think the love and care from my parents was what held the girls together.

Nine days is a long time though, and when Jason started commuting to work in Penticton Wednesday, we got cries and screams of protest. Yesterday, Spice barely got herself together to go to school. And this morning the girls were so tired from the solstice and so upset that daddy was going to work again, that I decided to take them home for the day. So we took our time in the morning and made blue pancakes covered with sprinkles. Healthy! I know. The point is that it took time and we got to do it together. Then after getting ready for the day, the girls got busy doing massive crafts in the kitchen. 11 o’clock and we are on the road… Off to have lunch with daddy in Penticton. We both felt that even if it was 45 minutes together at the middle of the day, that would be special for the girls. So on the road we are.

I’m being reflective about attachment parenting because often we talked about the process of attachment as the foundations of our relationship post adoption. A really attachment is this ongoing process between any family members who love and trust each other. We have to work to reconnect and builds the bonds of attachment between parents. That’s what Morocco was all about! But we also have to constantly repair hurts and nurture the connection between children and parents as well.

So it doesn’t happen very often… But on days like today, we choose to put the needs of our children first. It was painstakingly obvious that our girls were feeling abandoned when daddy was going off to work, and I was not much of the salve on the wound. Somewhat humbling… Anyway, we decided that I would work this weekend instead, and tend to the children today. And I think it’s an investment that will pay off.

And what if I didn’t take the day is today to focus on the kids and drive to Penticton to have lunch with daddy?

No doubt we would’ve had hurt feelings and bad behavior all weekend. So maybe attachment parenting is self-serving! Because a little repairing now means a lot of enjoyment of my children later.

I would love to hear some of the things that you have done to support and reconnect with your kids, long past your adoption day. Or even if you gave birth to children, I would love to hear what you’ve done to put your children first. Comments?








Our Marrakech Neighbourhood: Mosquée and Maison Arabe

Our great riad, Dar Vedra, was about a fifteen minute walk from Place Jmaa El Fna, up the road near the Bab Doukala Mosque. It was actually nice staying a little ways away from the nightly craziness of the main square. No part of the medina is devoid of tourists, but they (we) were in lesser supply up in the northeast corner.

It was Jason’s first time stayIng in the vicinity of a mosque. The first morning, he was a bit shocked by how early and how loudly the call to prayer came across the loudspeakers. But we soon got used to it, and wi half a pill of melatonin, I slept right through the 3:30am wake up.




Another benefit to the neibourhood is that it houses the Maison Arabe. This was the original riad of note in Marrakech’s medina, and it remains a luxurious destination for sleeping, eating and relaxing.


Jason and I had a gorgeous dinner there one night. I convinced him to try the pigeon Pastilla, which was possibly the best thing we tasted in Marrakech. The deserts was also delicious… Just an insane chocolate dessert!

We also had other tasting of Moroccan wines. The maitre d’ even gave us a glass of gris to try… Is like a ultra lightly pressed rosé. Not impressive, actually, but still interesting. There was a Medaillon brand that I really liked.. Tons of complexity and depth in the red Shiraz blend. 20130618-184628.jpg