Category Archives: La Bebe

Lilies of the Field

This past weekend it was Canadian Thanksgiving. I was so inspired by a family turkey dinner, and the generosity of people in my life, that I just had to post about what I’m particularly thankful for.

With this baby coming, and our recent transition to living on a boat, we haven’t had a lot of spare cash to dilly around with. In fact, we’ve been scraping by a bit to make ends meet. It’s been hard not to get anxious about it. But every time I’ve started to feel my stomach knot up, something would give or someone would pop in or a package would arrive in the mail and it was bolster my confidence that everything would be ok. This blog has been such a blessing because I can express my worries out into the void and I have friends reassure me and cheer me on. Thank you friends!

Every time something new arrives in the mail, the words that go through my mind are “Lilies of the field.” And my train of thought goes something like “Why should I worry when the lilies of the field are clothed in such splendor!”

Here are some photos of some of the lovely treats that have been given by family and friends.

So So overwhelming to see everything in the same place as I begin sorting and washing and categorizing. I have 5 work days left before maternity leave, and then I’ll begin sorting through our stuff we’ve temporarily stored at Marc’s parents house (thank you) and I’ll carve out a corner of the boat for the baby.

We also recently received a car-seat and stroller (thank you AJ and Jocelyn.) We’re still looking for a little bassinette for the baby to sleep in and I have to pick up some nursing bras, but I think we’re nearly there…

Any mommy’s out there, what could I be forgetting for the baby? What did you find essential in the first couple months?

I’ve picked up my knitting again, with the return of the damp weather. And I’ve tried my hand at knitting an ear-flap baby toque but I think my gauge was wrong because the toque turned out a little bit.

But, if it doesn’t fit the baby right away, I know someone who would love to wear it until then.

(yes we’re cruel… We can’t even pretend that Mewes was fond of this photo shoot at all.)

At Thanksgiving, I wanted to give a huge thanks out there for the friends who made me feel like a Lily of the Field. Not only will my baby be clothed in the beautiful things you sent, but he/she will be clothed in the love that you sent it with!

Thank you!

Longer on a Boat

Everything takes longer on a boat. Doing dishes, going pee, making your bed for the night, brushing your teeth, making coffee, and finally, making cookies.

For our wedding, we got this fabulous mixer that I use for baking cookies. I think it’s a kitchen aid… That does not run off a 12 volt system. Fortunately my hands run on no electricity, and the potential of a sugar-fix inspires them to mix very well and very fast. Thank you hands!

We haven’t been able to find cookie sheets that fit in our mini oven yet but we’ve found a pizza pan. And last night as I was falling asleep I thought to myself, I have been thinking in a box. I need to think in a circle. A pizza circle. Why can’t I just bake cookies on the same pan as the pizza pan? Silly me! We get so brainwashed into thinking we need specific kitchen items for specific things, when really, we can double up so many things when kitchen cupboard space is at a premium.

Baking cookies is a good test for the oven. I can see if the oven cooks evenly and at a comparable temperature to land-ovens.

Voila! Boat cookies!

Please come over and share them with us. We love the sweetness you bring to our lives, so we’d be happy to share our sugar-fix with you!

Cooking cookies on a pizza pan is only one of the ways that we’re stretching our brains to make living on a boat work. We bought a tiny cream for coffee last week and it went bad before we could use it. Our fridge needs to be rebuilt and our batteries aren’t sustaining a charge, so we aren’t able to use the fridge anyway. Living without a fridge has it’s challenges, you have to make exactly enough for dinner with no left overs. Marc learned how to cook for his whole family when he was homeschooling himself in high school, so this is not something that comes naturally to him. When he makes dinner, he makes enough for 5+ people. But he’s learning.

So I was sitting there thinking about the fridge and what we could use to as a temporary fix. We tried borrowing a cooler, leaving it with ice packs in the cockpit. But it didn’t really work.

I’m tapping my chin, pondering, and then I said “Aha!” And Marc said “What?” And this was my “Aha” moment. We are surrounded by water that does not move beyond 5 or 6 degrees Celsius, and it is about to get a little colder as we enter into Winter. We are surrounded by a temperature comparable to a fridge. If only we could sink our food and the ocean would keep it cold for us. Thus our last midwife appointment in town lent us to visiting Mountain Equipment Co-op for some dry bags. So far, so good. We put our milk and cream in nalgene water bottles, our eggs in a little egg carrying case, and a lead weight, and plunk! We dunk ‘er over the side for free refrigeration. I’ll let you know if it ceases to work for us or if we find a better solution.

I also wanted to take this opportunity to give a huge thank you out there for friends and family who have sent us stuff for the baby! Thank you Thank you Thank you!!! A Special Thanks to Cidnie and her family who sent us stuff all the way from Texas. They are blogging at Ceol Mor and they generously sent us a box of stuff that their little one recently grew out of. You sent us just what we needed just as I was starting to panic!

Also, thank you to Amanda and her pride of Lyons for the knitting and the books. It’s such a blessing to receive from other mamas, not only gifts but also the emotional support that Amanda has offered me.

Even before a baby is born, it’s amazing the amount of love and support is required by the soon-to-be parents. Moving onto a boat in the last trimester certainly isn’t ideal, but it has been made so much easier by friends and family who have lent us their hot showers, their laundry, given us letters, emails, money (!!!), phone calls and sent love in so many tangible ways!

We are so blessed. Thank you Thank you!

Cookie Recipe below:

1 cup shortening
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar


add 2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs


2 cups of flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
chocolate chips, raisins, nuts, craisins etc

mix all together
plunk on whatever baking sheet you have (or a pizza pan if you want to be tres fancy.) About a spoonful each. Then bake at 350C for 8 minutes, rotate the cookies, bake for 4-6 minutes more, and leave them on the pan to cool for a few minutes to ensure that they are nice a chewy.

Blanket Fate

When I was a youngun’ a gramma of mine knit an intricate nursing shawl which was quite the style back then. Over the years, it became my “blankie.” But because it was knit, and fairly fragile, it began to tatter and one hole soon became several holes. I used to take the hole in the blankie and wear it over my head and run around with it as my cape. I was very cool.

I have taken this blankie of mine out of the garbage at least three times, when my mom found it too shredded, too stained to really be any good anymore. And since moving out of the house at 18, this blanket has always found it’s way into my boxes and moved with me, through all the downsizing, upscaling, island hopping and travelling, this blankie is somehow still precious.

My Nana, different gramma than the original blankie knitter, sent me a couple crib blankets for my upcoming baby. Imagine my surprise when I opened the package and there on top, in the same colour, with the same ancient pattern, is my blankie, restored!

My Nana had no idea about this treasured possession. She had no idea of my fondness for this crib shawl. In fact her card was nearly apologetic. She said “I don’t know if people even use nursing blankets with a pattern as old as this one, but I thought you may like the blanket so I included it in with a couple other crib blankets for your new baby.”

I phoned my Nana right away to let her know the significance of the restored blankie. She laughed and said it was weird, she was in the wool shop and a random lady came in and started chatting with her. Nana told her that she was making crib blankets for her first great-grandchild. This random lady said “Oh I have an old pattern that isn’t even in the common books anymore that you just have to make for your great-grandbaby.” So this random lady came over to my Nana’s house and gave her the pattern. Then, because it is such an intricate pattern, Nana ended up going to this lady’s house for help on the blankie. And she made a new friend.

I think stories like this are just fascinating. I love to philosophize…. Nana had no idea about the blankie, I had no idea Nana was going to knit it, so did the random lady know the whole thing all along?

Here are the photos. I am so excited now to wrap my baby up in the new blankie, and tell the baby the story behind this fated blanket.

This is the old blankie. Tattered, torn, shredded, stained. and so so well loved.

Blankie, redeemed. Baby, how is it that there is so much love surrounding you? Already?

Do you have any old stories that surround objects or people that are precious for you which you have no explanation for? Ever heard of anything like this kind of “Blanket Fate?”

Feast your eyes

Here are some photos of the inside of the boat for your viewing pleasure.

This is the galley where our fantastic meal of spaghetti came from tonight. I love cozy dinners.

This is the captain’s bed and since Mewes is residing here, she assumes she is captain. We haven’t sent her a memo yet to let her know…. she may be mistaken…

This is the first room you see when you come down from the cockpit. I’m really pleased that the boat doesn’t have any steep stairs since I’ll be ascending and descending in quite an imbalanced pregnant state.

This is our V-Berth. The very bow of the boat. It was once a bed and it was in renos of being turned into bunkbeds. We’re still tossing around what we want to do with this space.

This is the dinette which is across from the galley.

As you can see better, the dinette and the galley with my precious diesel heater that will make the winters oh so toasty.

Mewes is posing for the photo and we all know it. Or she is waiting for a chance to sneak into the cockpit and scare the seagulls.

My life-source the diesel heater. Marc got it working again after some fiddling, and then it broke. And now it works again. Does this begin my love/hate relationship with this heater?

In my galley, cooking, cleaning and sorting out where I want everything. It’s the best part of moving in my opinion.

Soup break!

So we’re still in between the guest cabin and the boat. Yes we have the heater working which is a huge blessing. But we have put an order in for batteries and we are waiting on a price for that. Our toilet is an electric flush instead of a pump flush, which means instead of pumping your potty contents into the ocean or holding tank, you press a button. It’s all well and good until the batteries do not hold a charge and you’re not on a dock with power. So we cannot flush our toilet. I am 29 1/2 weeks pregnant and I have to pee approximately every hour. This makes the boat not a very livable option for me right now. So I visit, after work, and on weekends. My visitation rights are limited by the unflushable toilet.

We’re working on it and hopefully soon it’ll be more livable for me. Though until then we’re really enjoying the privilege of the guest cabin and the freedom to come and go. Now if I could just find my bottle of Tums for my pregnancy heartburn, I’d be set!

I’ve been reading this great blog called Rebel heart and they have a 7 week old baby on their boat and they have a great article on how to raise a baby on a boat. Call us crazy, but we’re not the first!

In fact, as the housing market has gotten so expensive, and renting become such a frustrating option (paying someone else’s mortgage) living on a boat is becoming more and more common. Think of it this way, we own our own house with very little debt. Any improvements we make to the boat are for us, they improve our home without trapping us into some kind of 40 year mortgage. They allow us the freedom of choice. Choice of a job, choice of a lifestyle. And to fit our nomadic needs, we can move our home and go anywhere in the world- on the water.

Living on a boat is not the be-all-end-all.There are definitely pros and cons, but this option seemed to make a lot of sense to us right now, where we are. We’re happy with our choice and though we are impatient for all the big things to be ironed out, we are excited about our new lifestyle.

I like change but I freely admit, I’m looking forward to life slowing down a little so I can take time to nest and get my life ready for the up and coming baby.

Baby, adventure is ahead of you. Yes, I’ll take your kicking to mean you as excited as we are…



Please meet my assistant, Manfred Lawrence Archibald the Third.

Or as I call him, Habib.

Which Marc refers to as his “slave name.”

Whatever his name, he is a wonderful model for my baby-knits.


He also is willing to model in the nude.

More importantly,

like the sweater?

I hope someone little and living in my belly likes it too.


Whadya think, Belly-Resident?

Like your new sweater?