Don't turn around! Patrick turned 12!

Somewhere, in between hockey games, Patricio turned 12. We snuck in a lunch at an italian restaurant, which left him with an upset stomach. I feel badly that his birthday was such a non-event, but he didn't seem to want to do much. He is such an easy-going kid, thankful for anything he gets.

Sometimes I look at this "child" and I am blown away by how quickly he is growing up. It seems like just yesterday, he was my flaxen-haired little man. I am horrified that I am already shopping in the men's department for his clothes. He wears a size 12 shoe! And growing. I am almost 5'7" and he is a little more than an inch shorter than me as I type this. In a month, he'll probably be taller than me. I just want him to slow down. I am reminded of when he was 2 years old and for his birthday he received Sharon, Lois and Bram's Elephant Party album and we listened to the song "Turn Around". I had to choke back tears as the message of the song was overwhelming for a very pregnant woman. From then on it didn't take much to remind me of this bittersweet fact of life. Now I try to live in denial, or else I'd be a sobbing mess. But lately, it has been hard to live in denial.

Patrick is growing to be a wonderful young man. He makes us all very proud. I am continually surprised by and proud of his compassion for all living things. He is very easy to get along with, and he is an outstanding big brother to his siblings. He is a delight to his teachers, and fits in very well with his peers. He is very inquisitive and especially eager to learn all he can about history and geography. It is a joy to watch him perform in sports, he is always very focused and hard-working, and it is so nice to see him do well.

Hanna Banana's First Birthday

On November 9th, sweet little Hanna turned 1! Hanna is an absolute joy. She is a little bit clingy, but since she is sweet and tiny, I don't mind at all. She just silently hangs out on my hip all the time, occasionally giving me kisses or hugs. She looks a lot like Patrick now. She enjoys watching her siblings, and her sit-back-and-watch attitude seems to work for her. She seems to be learning things very quickly. She is slowly coming out of her shell and enjoys performing for her sibling audience.

Damon had a hockey game on her birthday, so we thought we would go out for an early dinner before the game. I tried to make reservations for Montana's, but they said that they don't take reservations, even for parties of 8. When we arrived and asked for a table for 8, they looked like us like we were insane and said it would be a 45 minute wait or more for a table that big. (Well, THAT is the reason why I pleaded with them to take a reservation) Every restaurant we tried to go to had a very long wait. Finally we gave up and went to Denny's. Hanna didn't mind at all.

Bob joined us for cake at the house after the game.

One of the things we bought for Hanna was a doll to replace one of Kira's that she has claimed as her own. Kira doesn't mind giving it up, since the doll is missing an eyelid, stained beyond washing, and has the word "love" tattooed in ball-point pen ink (in Damon's handwriting) on both arms and her knees. And of course any clothing I try to put on the doll to cover up her tats, gets ripped off. So Matt and I carefully selected a doll, being careful to find one with a soft body that is just the right size and not too creepy. Of course none of it matters to Hanna, she hugs the new doll, then throws it on the ground and goes looking for her favourite. I'm not going to be disappointed though, I take it as an indication that she is not fickle, but loyal and she can see past a pretty face. I am flawed and imperfect, but when she hugs me I know that she loves me with all of her heart.

Halloween 2007

Halloween wasn't the same this year. There is no way for the kids to walk around our neighbourhood, no sidewalks and huge distances from house to house. We were told that very few kids go out on our road, so we made up bags full of candy and other loot and set them out in a bowl on our front steps. We drove the kids into town to trick or treat. When we got home we found that NOBODY had taken any of the bags we put out.

This was the first year that Patrick was "too cool" to trick or treat. A sad milestone. I brought along a Zorro costume (mask, hat, cape, black pants, shoes and white dress shirt) JUST IN CASE. No pressure. He wouldn't budge on it, so we made him sit in the van while the other kids went out.

Anyway, here are the other kids.

Kira was a fairy princess. She had planned to be Cinderella again, so I bought her gloves and a wig to add to her costume from last year. At the last minute she decided to throw on her pink dress and some wings. Kira was hilarious this year. She didn't stop talking the whole time. She commented on people's houses ("Wow, your house is lovely."), their physical appearance ("You sure are tall/pretty/old/fat.") and thanked them for the candy ("Wow, how did you know I like those? Thank you so much."). In between houses, she declared her love of Halloween.

Hanna was the sweetest little bunny.

Campbell was a vampire again.

Damon was a hobo. He came up with the idea all on his own and he knew how to do it, he asked us to take him to Value Village so he could buy some old clothes. He had on ripped dirty jeans (his own, lol), hoodie and a lumberjacket and carried a piece of cardboard that he wrote "Will work for candy" on. He put on Matt's fisherman mask. He told Kira he was dressed as a bum. The first house they went to, she told the people, "I am a fairy princess, Campbell is a vampire, and Damon is a BUTT." I explained that he was not a BUTT, that we said "bum" but that we didn't mean a person's bottom, that it was another word for a person begging on the street. So the next house they went to, she bellowed out, "Trick or treat! I am a fairy princess, Campbell is a vampire and Damon used to be a BUTT, but now my mom says he isn't."

odds'n'ends

yardwork

We have learned that the only reason to rake the leaves on a farm is so you can jump in them. After that, you get up, dust yourself off and wait for a windy day to clear the leaves for you.

Thanksgiving

(I'm trying to catch up here)

I always loved our old house best when it was decorated for Christmas. There is just something about a Victorian house all done up with bows and boughs. Not this house, it is best when it is surrounded with fall colour, the trees are heavy with apples, the pumpkins in the back are turning orange and lots of local produce is ready to cook. We hosted our first Thanksgiving dinner here for my mother, my siblings and a friend of the family and it went very well. There is something special about Thanksgiving in the country. It is much easier to remind ourselves of how blessed we are for the good food we have to eat. The ingredients for the meal were almost exclusively local, including the turkey and most of the produce was grown somewhere along our own road. The potatoes were grown in the garden alongside the pumpkins.

There was a lot for the kids to do. First we were eager to give everybody a tour of the property and get the kids to pick some apples. After dinner they went on a very memorable ride in the trailer pulled by the lawn tractor. We went up to the pond and then over to the graveyard where the pin slipped out and the trailer dumped it's load of tiny passengers. Nobody was seriously injured and once Matt fixed it, they willingly climbed back in. Then my sister made us laugh at the obscene pumpkins and then ended the night with a marshmallow roast on the back patio.

As soon as everybody started to leave, my mind instantly started to plan for next year's Thanksgiving celebration. I am hoping it will be even better. I'll buy hay for the trailer and the kids can have a wagon ride, and our turkey may be home-raised if all goes as planned. I just want to secure this houses place as "The Thanksgiving House".

Break a leg

I haven't been online much for a few reasons, the first one being that I am on dial up. Have I mentioned how horrible it is? My computer has been crashing, I've been losing my connection, and it is soooo slow. Anyhow, I mentioned to the BC girls that I would blog about what a horrible day we had a few weeks ago.

The boys had their first P.D. day of the year. It was going to be a busy day because we had our dear friends from Hamilton coming, a family of 4 and their dog, and I needed to tidy up and get groceries for the weekend. Also, all 3 boys had a fitting at the dentists for a mouthguard and Patrick had a hockey game that night. However, Patrick's new friend's birthday fell on that day, so he had a party at his house. His mom graciously called and asked that I bring all of the kids for a swim when I drop off Patrick. I thought that sounded like a nice break in between cleaning and grocery shopping with 4 kids. So we arrived at 11 am.

Everything went well, Kira and the boys played in the pool for a little while. Then they asked to use the trampoline. At first I said that only one at a time could go on, but trying to keep them off was more difficult than I expected. So I settled on letting 2 on at a time. They were reminded to keep to their own side of the trampoline. Damon had been testing that rule, but finally accepted that it was best to follow the rule. Seeing him bounce in one place bothered Kira, so she bounced into his space, taking him out at the knees. He of course fell on her and her leg.

She did her usual screaming and crying that she does at the slightest foul, but unlike usual, it didn't end when we distracted her. "Damon broke my leg!" she hollered. Our hostess offered her ice and she accepted it. She offered her pears and she gladly snacked on them. But she kept crying and telling us that her leg was broken. There was no sign of bruising or swelling, so I took a wait and see approach.

We went to the grocery store. Luckily it was one that had a cart with spots for 2 kids to ride, as Kira was still not putting weight on her leg. I grabbed only essentials, as she was clearly still in pain. We went home. I was hoping to get some cleaning and laundry done before our company was due to arrive. I called Matt and let him know what had happened and to see how accessible he would be if I was going to take Kira to the hospital. He was very worried and said he would come home an hour early if I did not call him sooner. Kira lay on the couch, not able to put any weight on her leg.

Finally at 3 pm, Matt and I decided that something out of the ordinary was wrong with her leg and we got all the kids ready to go to the hospital. I had to pack Patrick's hockey bag and bring his dress clothes just in case. I called our houseguests to tell them that there would be a key under the mat and that we would be at the hospital. And off we all went in 2 cars.

Kira brought her quilt that Kathy D. made her when she was a baby. She napped on Daddy's lap and we waited. And waited. Well you know what E.R. is like, we waited for hours. Finally, I had to take the boys for their mouthguard appointments. I picked up Patrick at his friend's house, where his friend's mother was feeling horrible about what happened. That made me feel horrible that she felt so bad, etc. We got to the place and I was told that there was a 45 minute wait. I explained our situation and they said that I could call on Monday and book an appointment for another day. PHEW.

So we went back to the hospital and we all waited for a while. Finally Patrick had to leave for his game. Matt took him and left me at the hospital with the other 4 kids. I needed Damon to carry Hanna for me because Kira needed to be carried, and Campbell chose to wait with us.

I guess I was a bit of a spectacle in the waiting room, alone with 4 young kids. They all stopped staring at me when the mennonite family pulled up with their horse and cart and the whole family, grandparents and all brought in the 2 year old. No, seriously they did.

We were finally taken in to a room and we waited another 45 minutes for a doctor. While we were waiting we bumped into one of Patrick's teammates' mother and the coach's wife, who happens to be an E.R. doctor at the hospital. Kira wasn't on her list. Finally the E.R. doctor saw us. I will never understand why a triage nurse can't order x-rays for something as obvious as Kira's case. It would have saved us at least an hour and a half, because that's how long it took to get the x-rays done and see the doctor the second time. Anyway, the doctor couldn't see any breaks on the first set of x-rays. So he asked her to walk on her leg, and I give her credit, she tried really hard, but she could not bear any weight on it, so he sent us back for more x-rays of her hip and her foot. When he looked at those x-rays he still didn't see anything, but decided that since she couldn't bear any weight that he would err on the side of caution and he put her leg into a splint and wrap. He said she needed to come back on the Monday to see the orthopedic surgeon.

It was now 9:30pm. I was exhausted. All of the kids were exhausted, but especially Kira and Hanna. I didn't have a stroller with me, only a baby sling. I loaded the kids into the van and I called Matt. He was just leaving the game, the team had lost, but Patrick had scored a goal. Our houseguests had called his cellphone and they were just arriving at the house. The kids and I drove home and Matt stopped in town to get pizza for dinner.

We were thrilled to welcome our friends to our messy house! While we waited for Matt to arrive with the pizzas, I was running around trying to find the bed linens for them showing everybody where their beds would be. Then my father-in-law called to share some sad news with us. His mother, Matt's grandmother and "Grandmama" to the kids and I, had passed away in her sleep earlier that evening. I knew her as a sweet gentle lady and we will all miss her terribly.

The kids really enjoyed having their friends over and they had a good weekend. Kira definitely enjoyed being waited on by myself and my friend. On Monday, I called to get Kira's appointment time. The secretary said that she had a note that the doctor was to see Kira NEXT week. I'm glad I insisted that the E.R. doctor had said THIS Monday, not NEXT Monday. The Orthopedic surgeon looked at the same x-rays that the E.R. doctor saw and declared that there was no break because he couldn't see one and he took the splint off and said she was fine, that she probably had some soft tissue injury but by now she could walk on it. Yeah, okay, except that she won't/can't/shan't. I felt horrible. How do you tell a 3 year old that the doctor knows more about her body and her pain than her? 4 days of carrying her everywhere (don't forget I carry Hanna everywhere already), my back was hurting, so I convinced with her to crawl. She did a great job of getting around the house by crawling. I was worried though and decided that if she was not bearing any weight on it by Friday, I would be taking her back to the hospital on Saturday.

We were urging Kira to do her best to walk in time for Grandmama's funeral on Friday. She did a great job. She had a definite limp, and often needed support, but she was doing her best to walk on her own.

The next week we were at a hockey game and saw our friend the E.R. doctor. She said that if Kira wasn't bearing weight on her leg after 2 days, she would have told us to bring her back or take her back to the orthopedic surgeon. All of Kira's patient files had been sent to her, but there was still no clear diagnosis on what Kira's actual injury was. Ah well, at that point she was walking, so we were happy.

I'm sorry to be so horribly long-winded here. You can probably tell that I don't get out much these days. LOL

Last moments at the old house

Farewell to the house that we lived in for 13 years. We moved in a young couple and moved out a family of seven!

Moving

Here are some of the first photos of our new house.
We are ALL trying to get the house into move-in condition. The previous owner has been very helpful and even had the carpets cleaned for us, but there is still a lot of work to do as the previous tenants were smokers and we have been trying to remove the traces of smoking before we paint. The kids have been shocked and awed by the buckets of dirty water that we remove from the walls and the way the glass cleaner "turns the colour of cola" when we spray it on the interior windows. Note the cola coloured water running down the wall that Campbell is washing. I also wanted to point out the apples that Kira has are from our trees.

Other than a few naps on the staircase, we have been camping out in Campbell's room which is one of the least "smoky" rooms. Unfortunately, we were unhappy with our colour choices for the living room and family room, but when we swapped colours we found that the colours worked great.

Matt has also been trying to ensure that our water is potable. He bought a UV filter to kill any bacteria that may be present. He came home from a long day of work, sweaty and tired and thought he would install it before showering. After he had already soldered the main part on, he discovered that 2 small parts were missing from the box. But it was too late to go to the store to get the parts. He was unable to turn the water and had to go to bed. When he went to the store to get the parts, they were very accomodating and took the parts out of another UV filter kit and gave him the lightbulb from that box as a compensation for going unwashed (a $70 replacement part).

So far life in "the County" has not disappointed the kids (or the dog). On several occasions we have seen a buck running through a neighbouring field, rabbits by the roadside, skunks on the back patio, herons in the pond, and barn swallows darting to and fro with Puck in pursuit. Matt has been taking the kids and the dog for big long hikes into the woods behind us. Puck spends his time dead tired from a run in the woods or looking longingly out the window and dreaming of his next run in the woods.

The big moving day is 9 days away.

Hanna's newfound mobility

When placed on the floor, Hanna checked out the area.She picked her target, the foot of the bed, and headed for it.She was very proud of herself.She checked to make sure that everybody in the room noticed her accomplishment (Campbell, Patrick, Kira and Puck were all looking on too).Whoa, she lost her balance, but managed to catch herself on the way down. She was a little bit rattled, but mostly relieved.She spied a new target. It's me."C'mon Mom, enough of this, give me the camera."

This just in

Hanna can now crawl! Not very fast as she insists on doing it with one foot and one knee, but she is clearly crawling. *sigh*

Summer update

After all of my fretting about how hard it would be to have my house ready for viewings with 5 kids in it, my house sold 10 hours after the sign went up on the lawn, 1 day before the listing was supposed to begin, and just hours before I was due to come home! We tidied up on Sunday and jumped in the van and drove out to Matt’s dad’s house (the boys had summer hockey in our new town). Our agent had told us that the photographers would call us on Monday to arrange to come and take the photos on Tuesday. That was good because I still had a few things to tidy up or take care of. A bit of trim to be painted, Patrick’s bed to be made, light bulbs to be replaced, 12 bags of garbage in the driveway waiting for garbage day. Well they didn’t call, and at 2:30 the agent called us to say that the photographers had already done their thing and that our house would be on the website by Tuesday. Even though I was mortified by the fact that there was a case of pop on my counter, Patrick’s bedspread is hanging down off of his loft bed, and more, the house looked pretty good on the internet. At 4 pm I called the agent back to correct one thing in the listing (the year the roof was replaced) and he told me that he had already had 2 calls about our house. At 8 pm I was putting the kids into the van to leave when the agent called to say that there had been 2 viewings already and that I should wait there by the fax machine, as they would likely be sending us an offer! We signed it back for more and by 10 pm we had accepted their offer. I couldn’t believe it. They asked for August 30th closing, which is okay, because we really do need to be in a new house before school starts on Sept. 4th.

You can see my house photos in my facebook album.


Now our problem has been finding a new house with such a tight timeframe. We put an offer in on a house in the country. It sits on a 56 acre farm. The owner is severing a 2 acre lot to go with the house. It will include a field that is currently used for vegetables, and a few rows of apple trees. The house needs lots of TLC, but the rooms are pretty large and there are 5 bedrooms. It is about 30 years old. The real reason we chose this house over some others we were looking at is the location. It’s on a road that is very well known for the mansions that are on the waterfront side of the road. It is very hard to get waterfront building lots now and a building lot alone will cost 500,000 now. Matt and I are banking on the fact that this will eventually rub off on our side of the road. We figure that any work we do to this house will come back to us dollar for dollar. Matt is going to move a futon into the house on August 14th and start cleaning and painting after work before we move any of our furniture in. I have to say that while I will miss our house, I am starting to get excited about my new “modern country” decorating scheme.

The boys have been doing really well with their summer hockey. When we signed them up, we put Damon up 3 years into Patrick’s age division, and we put Patrick up 2 years as well. Damon is holding his own against the older boys! Because of his size and his toughness on the ice, nobody except the convenor has a clue that he is so much younger. And Patrick’s skating is standing out and he has a lot of hockey people out there really excited about him coming to the region. Dads from various teams found out we hadn’t bought a house yet and were trying to talk us into moving to their town so that he could play on their sons’ team as opposed to against their sons’ teams. When you are an 11 year old boy moving to a new area, it is nice to be welcomed like that!

Campbell is doing well and enjoying his summer vacation. His soccer ended and his best friend went to Japan for the summer. He lost his first tooth and has another one that is loose. He also has an awful cavity that I need to get taken care of. Bad me.

Kira finally decided that she was going to be toilet trained. So she was. As easy as that. Other than a couple of totally acceptable accidents, she has done great.

Hanna cut her first tooth. She is very very close to crawling, but instead she does a half-crawl, half scoot. When she is crawling and she wants to get to something, she leans forward on her arms as if she will crawl, she goes forward with her arms until her legs are extended behind her, and then she sits back down. Somehow she moves around the room remarkably well with this method.

From Grandpa's Garden

Didn't their moms tell them that it is rude?

Matt's been gone a lot lately as he's already working at the new shop and staying with his dad during the week. So I am a single mom most of the time. Lately, I've been noticing that more and more people are staring at me when I am out with the kids. And I don't mean that they are just fixing their gaze on us longer than is socially acceptable. I mean people are slowing their cars, pointing and talking about us. I guess it could be that Hanna is adorable. Somewhat more likely it that I look like a lunatic as I try to manage Damon and Kira with Hanna on my hip. But I presume it is because I have *gasp* 5 children. I'm used to people commenting to me about our family size, and so far it has been pretty positive, but I don't see why that would warrant a stare. I think I'm going to have to learn to stare back, lean over to one of my kids, tell them a joke, giggle and continue staring. I grew up with lots of siblings, I should be able to handle myself in a staring contest.

If not I'll have to get us all new t-shirts from Cafe Press with "Yes they are all mine." or "Yes I know what causes this." OR if all else fails I should just buy the kids shirts that say "STOP STARING AT MY MOM'S TITS." Yes, that should do it.

Another creepy sleeping baby photo

*shiver*

The things they pick up from TV

Campbell and Kira were watching an episode of Blue's Clues and this is what followed.

Campbell: Can I have a piece of paper? I'm going to try some pointilism.

Kira: I want paper too. Yay, pointillism.

Campbell: Kira, pointillism is where you do dots.

Kira: Yes, I know, I LOVE pointillism.

Campbell: Okay, let's go.

I'll be sure to scan in the masterpieces later today.

Needles and thorns.

Hanna went for her 6 month needle and check up yesterday. She weighs 14 lbs 8 oz, and she is tall at 27 inches tall. She hates needles and her cries after the first needle were heartbreaking.

Her new trick is waving. I will try to get it on video and post it later. She waves at strangers, she waves at the dog, she waves at passing cars, it is very cute. And if anybody says the word 'bye', her little hand starts waving madly. Patrick also used this waving to teach her to give "high fives".

Campbell had his 7 year check up. He is weighing 47 lbs and is 4 feet tall. For the second year in a row, his urinalysis has shown blood in it, so based on the history of me and Patrick, the doctor felt safe saying that he has Thin Basement Membrane Disease (also known as Benign Familial Hematuria). I know, it sounds more like a home inspector's term than a medical condition. The main part of it being that it is benign and it runs in families.

The lilacs have finished, the lily of the valley are yellowing. My creamy scented roses are in bloom in my front garden and my asian lilies are almost ready to bloom. My peonies seem to be a little bit late this year, but I'm glad for that. My honeysuckle is covering the trellis and FINALLY flowering for the first time. I'm really enjoying watching my gardens this year and I feel sad that this is the last year I will be with them. At the same time, the thought of planting new gardens in our next house is exciting.

Last race

On Friday, the boys had their last Hamilton CYO Cross Country race at Christie Conservation Area. The weather was great, but a little hot for those running. The boys were all very nervous, but Campbell, being Campbell forged ahead. He ran a great race, and finished 77th, which is a 30 place improvement over his last race in the fall and he was running against boys in Grade 2 too. The coach was telling me that Campbell is her favourite runner. He has a great attitude, and he charges along at one speed. There he is in the light gray shirt.

Damon was beyond nervous. He was nauseous, sweating and most of all WHINING! I was trying to watch for Campbell to come across the finish line and he was hanging off of me whining and saying "I puked, do I still have to race? Please let me go home now." I tried to be reasonable and explained to him that it was just nerves and that Patrick experiences this too and it might actually HELP him perform better. I told him that it was okay if he didn't do well because he was "sick", but that after all of his training, he would regret if he didn't run at all. Matt tried to reassure him too. We asked Patrick to take some time out of his pacing and talk to his brother, he did. Damon wasn't listening any of our explanations, he knew that he was sick and for us to force him to remain at the meet and even suggest that he would still run the race was child abuse. So when they called the boys to the start line, I was a horrid mother. I dragged him by the shirt and handed him over to the teachers. And he ran. He threw up on somebody's shoe. And his shorts kept slipping down and he had to pull them up. But he kept running. He ended up finishing 19th, which is a great finish for a grade 3 (once again he was running against grade 4s too). He was in tears that he hadn't won, but he looked around and saw that his school teammates were still running and that he was the first boy from his school to cross the finish line, and he took some pride in that. Honestly, I think if he hadn't gotten so nervous and if he had listened to me and worn a different pair of shorts, he could have finished about 10th. By the way, he said he was glad that I didn't let him quit.

Patrick felt a lot of pressure to win. Because of his past performances, all of the teachers and students from school assumed that he would, and of course that is the worst kind of pressure. I think that he felt that if he didn't finish first, he would be disappointing them. He didn't have a great start, but he started moving up as they went across the bridge and into the woods. He emerged from the woods, but there was somebody about 15 feet behind him and gaining. We yelled at him not to ease up and he sped up and lost the challenger.

Both Matt and I are so proud of all 3 boys and the way they ran. Now we all look forward to experiencing our first Cross Country meet in Quinte this fall.

Hanna turns 6 months!

How did that happen so fast?

Hanna has a sweet nature. She is calm and cuddly, and yet still very active and curious. She has smiles for everybody and her velvety round head has a way of eliciting lots and lots of kisses. I have had many people stop me to tell me that they thought I was holding a doll until they saw her blink.

"Hanna Banana" has begun eating solids, and not surprisingly, her favourite food right now is bananas. She smacks her lips when she is eating them and yells for more. She sits up for short periods. She is on the verge of mobility, she can hold her weight on her legs and she moves her way along the bed or floor like a caterpillar. She is eager to be running like her older siblings.

The past 6 months with Hanna have been an absolute delight. I am torn between wanting to see the wonderful girl she will become, and a desire to savour this perfect moment of her babyhood. But inevitably, time will have it's way. *sigh*

If you had one wish...

I got a forwarded email today, so I checked it out at snopes.com. I visited his website called Shane's Wish and I was touched by what I read and felt compelled not only to get my children involved, but to pass this information along in hopes that others will do the same.

Shane Bernier is a courageous seven-year-old boy from Lancaster, Ontario who was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia when he was only five. On June 6th, 2006 Shane and his family received some unfortunate news: Shane experienced a relapse after completing 108 of 130 weeks of treatment.

However, despite the bad news, Shane has managed to keep a positive outlook on his situation and has made a heart-warming wish... He hasn’t asked for money or toys or anything of the sort. Instead, his birthday is on May 30th and he would like to break the world record for the most birthday cards ever received. His goal is 350 million cards. With every card, Shane’s courage grows. Something as simple as sending a birthday card could be enough to help Shane find peace and joy in his current circumstances.

Please take the time to send a card to Shane and make his dream become a reality. Share his story with your friends, family and co-workers. If at all possible, get your youth groups, church congregations, employees, neighbours or communities to set aside a few minutes to write a thoughtful note to Shane.

With every card, Shane’s smile grows...

If you’d like to send a card to Shane, please send it to:

Shane Bernier

PO Box 484

Lancaster, Ontario

K0C 1N0

Canada