Author Archives: Jacinta

The grandma flower

Have I already mentioned that john works at a garden centre? Well, he does. And as his older, plant-loving, Lacoste-shopping sister, I get a discount on plants. I’ve considered creating a rent contract in which he is bound to work at a greenhouse every summer of his life here, but then it could kill his [...]

Green

Just before bed last night, I dressed Marie-Hélène into jammies from her cousin Ben, and thought I’d set her in the garden. I snapped a piture then nearly lost her amid the green beans. Thank-goodness for her blond hair!

Blanky, reading, and other matters

Marie-Hélène has been a little under the weather these last few days… her only symptoms are a slight fever and fussiness. Whether it’s because she’s under the weather, or because she’s older, she has a new-found love for her blanky. It gets oh-so-many cuddles, her head burried into its softness.

Last nigth, after having spent most [...]

Museum

Whenever you guys come back to Winnipeg, you’ll probably notice a few things have changed. We finally took the tour around the construction site. At our place it was sunny; downtown it was threatening to rain. Some narrow cloud, covering only half the city, wanted us to change our minds. Our tour guide brought an [...]

Toddling

This is what is keeping us busy lately… In the past few weeks Marie-Hélène has become more and more brave in walking across the living room toward the window with the low sill. Misjudging her distances, she has managed to bruise her right cheek, then her left cheek and then, most recently, her chin. Now, as she wobbles [...]

Flower Friday

Just over the bridge from Saint-Boniface, the giant Canadian Museum for Human Rights is slowly rising. We’re a little excited to see it take shape, despite what some detractors say…. “It looks like a spaceship!” or “There’s not a single straight wall!” Christian and I shake our heads… “it’s modern” we say. They’re offering tours [...]

Why I wouldn’t protest

My professor is a socialist. I’m pretty sure. Every time I leave my history class, I’m disillusioned. With what? With capitalism! With the US foreign policy! With our political system! With… with… I don’t even know!
Last class he asked why there weren’t more protests in Winnipeg, as if there should be protests, as if what [...]

Why I married him #53

Yesterday, we went for a bike ride. Marie-Hélène is always so excited to get going, her joy at being outside and riding fast, makes me happy. Since Christian is on holidays, we all go together.
On the way home we stopped for fish at Gimli fish, in a strip mall beside the Hula Hut. Christian went [...]

Christian as a baby

This is Christian when he was a toddler. This is why John should never be mistaken for her Dad. This is why I occasionally think people are just being nice when they say that Marie-Hélène looks like me.

Swimmer

Because we’re travelling this summer, to a place with a pool, we registered Marie-Hélène for swimming lessons so that she gets comfortable with water. For two weeks, Marie-Hélène jumps in the pool with four other toddlers while the teacher encourages them to blow bubbles and kick their legs.
During her night time bath, Christian declares from the bathroom, [...]