Happy Saturdays

Yesterday the ladies at my church threw me a beautiful brunch shower. We played games and drank tea and laughed and enjoyed a glorious sunny morning and they all wrote a birthday card for Hannah, one each for the next twelve years.

The two friends: Jessica and Hannah

It was an absolutely gorgeous day, so after the shower I joined up with the family and our friends Esther and Kevin at the fisherman's wharf to see if our favorite fish and chips spot might measure up to their high British standards. The outdoor shack right by the local fishing boats always has a tell-tale line, but it's worth the wait. We lazily ate out on the seawall while Cora talked back to the seagulls who tenaciously asked us for our chips. Being Kev's birthday, we then went for a celebratory gelato, sitting in the sun by the duck pond and watching the power struggle between ducks, Canadian geese, and seagulls.






By the time we got home it was after four. We sat Cora down to have a rest and watch a little video. I joined her there after a few minutes while Hannah slept on my chest. Within just a few minutes, Cora too was fast asleep, so asleep that we had tremendous difficulty trying to wake her for dinner (which despite the grogginess she scarfed down: a fresh local tuna we bought from a fisherman straight off his boat that afternoon, marinated and just briefly seared--amazing!!! One of those treats I sorely missed while pregnant.)