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We had visitors this morning before we even had our breakfast. Of course, because of the trip to Montreal this week, and the stressful drive home yesterday, Hubby and I decided to take it easy today. One of our favourite weekend meals is homemade porridge, made with milk, and flavoured with raisins, apples, cinnamon and honey. It is to die for and Arend (Hubby) makes the absolute best in the Maritimes!

While he was busy in the kitchen, I collected laundry, unpacked my suitcase, and checked e-mail, all the while trying to keep from stepping or sitting on Miss Pook. She was starved for attention after being alone for a couple of days, and is sitting here right now in fact, sulkily wondering why I can't just forget about this crazy Blog and play ball with her. She's missed a few mornings of me tossing her favourite yellow piece of sponge so she can entertain me with her twisting and jumping. She doesn't quite have the "fetch" concept mastered yet, so it's up to me to keep bringing back the ball. But then, who's the smart one in this picture anyway??

Just as we were about to fill up our cereal bowls, we heard this little voice saying, "Hi Nanny and Bampie", and breakfast was soon forgotten. That sweet little grand-daughter ran to us with her arms wide open asking for the "kitty-kat". Of course the bird feeder hanging in front of the kitchen window is another favourite place she wants to spend time, so we plunked in a chair and watched the chickadees, sparrows and finches enjoy their morning meal.

While we were in Montreal we bought these monstrous oatmeal cookies and of course I wanted to see "Poppy's" (the Dutch word for little doll) reaction when she laid eyes on themm. Arend ran for the camera and we all laughed as she held up this huge creation with one hand no less. She turned it over, licked it and proceded to take a bite but quickly realized she didn't like the taste. It was priceless to watch and I'm going to share one or two of those moments with you (of course).

Before they were ready to leave, "Poppy" climbed into my arms and said "Bye Momma" as she waved her tiny hand to her mother. She was ready to stay for a while and I love that! But, they had plans for the day--another time Nanny!

Yes, it's more than wonderful to be back home and see familiar faces. It's always good to get away too, but I love coming home more, don't you?

As we lingered over coffee I pondered the gifts in my life. Home and family are right at the top of my list. Next comes home-made oatmeal, topped with brown sugar. Ah-h-h-h, it's so good to be home.
Until the next time, Blessings, Barb