HAPPY BIRTHDAY A! or It’s been 23 years since I ate peanut butter (ok, 21 years)


Twenty three years ago our lives were all changed when a tiny, wrinkly and yellow baby was born.  A was born a little too early (setting the stage for her impetuous nature) in a small town in SW Ontario.

What do I remember?  My mom was gone for a while, and I got to eat TV dinners with dad and M.  Awesome. 

And then mom came home, sans baby.  Cue lots of crying by mom because my baby sister was all jaundice’d. (Sidenote: until my mid-teens I believed the affliction was actually called “Billy Reuben”. Sigh.).

I remember when she came home (I lost my front tooth that day, very exciting!) and I have a very clear memory of Dad feeding A with a bottle.  Awww.  By the time she came home she was no longer yellow, but a deep shade of red, as she enjoyed screaming.  A lot.

Then came the time where I started to get interested in this baby.  So naturally we poked the crap out of her.

Distinct memory #2: Mom telling us to stop poking her and waking her up, because “one of these days she’s going to be bothering you”.

Cue A, 3 years later: GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! (trailing behind M and myself…EVERYWHERE!)

That being said I have some great memories of my youngest sister:

– eating lunch with her every day (M and I would trade off every other week) when she was in Grade One, to fend off the peanut butter attacks

– Seeing A in her favourite place in the world, Disney World.

– A singing “Catch a Falling Star” at the top of her lungs on a city bus on the way home from the university.  Imagine a tiny 8 year old in a snowsuit at the back of a bus all alone. Singing.  With her sisters glaring at her.

– When ever I smell vaseline/glaxal base/skin cream of any kind, I will think of A and how her PJs stuck to her after being greased up

– Her brunette phase

– Practicing saving A’s life on oranges

– Feeding A a nut filled cookie (sorry mom!)

– Moving A into her first dorm

– The hockey games

– Every Christmas morning

What are your favourite moments with A?

And now…

Some of A’s favourite things in honour of her birthday…(look for more stuff popping up throughout her b-day!)

Out of uniform, Sid the Kid


A's favourite sandwich



About weywardsisters

The Three Weyward Sisters first appeared in Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”. It turns out we have more in common with these “weird” sisters than we thought. In the Shakespeare play the sisters represent darkness, chaos and conflict. We’ll leave it up to you to decide which of us represents each. They also usually show up to mark impending doom. Well, we certainly hope that our presence on this little corner of the Interwebs doesn’t mean impending doom for anyone. However, we find our commonalities with the witches in other ways. To be weyward means to be willful, disobedient and to turn away from what is “right or proper”. Those who know us would whole heartedly agree – we are three weyward sisters. We are three headstrong, stubborn (some more than others), obstinate and willful sisters. Read at your own risk.

2 responses »

    fave A moments:
    -new orleans trip with dad (and the shopping for cowboy boots in nashville)
    -summer in the big city
    -squishing her fingers on the side of her crib
    -dressing in matching babydoll dresses and flat pants, circa 1991
    -the home video where she dances like a possessed monkey
    -the “don’t feed me” t-shirt
    -celine karaoke
    -playing power rangers in the backyard in sarnia (i could always make her be the yellow one, so i got to be pink…sucker)
    -traveling to france with papa and grandma

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