Talking before Two

Adelaide found “Cows” at Mapleton’s Organic Dairy and declared it for all to hear.

And just like that, she’s talking.

Sure her words aren’t the most clear all of the time, but she’s discovering sounds and creating sentences and loudly declaring anything that she recognizes so that everyone will know that she has found a fork, or a dog or a truck.

It’s been going on for months – her mouth forming words, so this shouldn’t come as a shock. But somehow this is. She got her haircut just over a week ago and since then it’s like she’s aged 6 months and is far older than this one-year-old about to turn two.

Adelaide found a “moose”

Yesterday as she played with her alphabet magnets, she loudly yelled out different letters of the alphabet. They didn’t match the magnet she held but she was trying to spell out words and was so confident in doing so.

At daycare she yelled out “Carinna I’m high” after climbing the rock climbing wall up to the top of the play structure. And then following up with “I go down slide”. Her babysitter was dumbfounded as it was like she was not the same baby anymore. She was a full blown toddler.

My husband calls her a “senior baby” and now she is a “senior executive baby.” I think there’s no denying her status – she is a Toddler with a capital “T” and I love her more than anything.

In less than a month, my little girl will be turning two and it’s going to be so magical and amazing because I never thought I’d reach this level of parenthood. We tried for so long to have a baby, that to have a two-year-old in the house is an incredible thing. Every new word she learns and every new skill she masters I stare at her and marvel at her awesomeness.

Adelaide pondering the world as she eats some “Nuts”

I made this wonderful thing and she is awesome.

A friend laughed when I told her how amazing it is to hear my daughter say “Mommy” in a way where it sounds like she has something really important to tell me. “That’s cute that you still love her talking,” she said.

Her voice was missing so long in my heart and it has filled me up and made me realize a love I never knew existed.

And the girl with that sweet little voice that I love, she’s going to be two July 31st.


Oh how lucky I am to be her “Mommy.”

Connecting Cousins through DNA

Something very interesting has happened in the past few months thanks to having my DNA processed through AncestryDNA – I’ve gained a new cousin.

I know, it’s not a huge stretch for your DNA to match someone and then figure out that you are cousins. What makes this new relationship special is the back story and why we ended up getting far closer than either of us expected.

My new cousin Jennifer lost her father, much the same way that I lost my mother, far too young and without many answers about his history. What made it more difficult was that her father was adopted and never made any effort to find his birth parents while he was living. At least I was able to get to know my grandparents a little bit and to hear more about the family through other relatives including a great-aunt and a great-uncle that are still alive and have great memories. I am blessed in that regard.

Jennifer’s father Douglas was born in 1944 in Galt, Ontario, Canada
My mother Marlene (Elizabeth) was born in 1950 in Galt, Ontario, Canada

When she showed me a picture of her father, I nearly fell over. I thought he looked like he could be the brother to my mother and her one sister – similar nose, high cheek bones and expression when they smiled. I cannot imagine not knowing your history. Not understanding where your features come from or the names of your relatives or even where in the world your family came from before they got here – because let’s face it, nearly everyone in Canada came from somewhere.

Slowly Jennifer and I started chatting and revealing more about ourselves. She lives about a half hour away from where I live but her father was born here in Cambridge (formerly Galt). She and her husband had a dog before thinking about having children. She got the family history bug and has become obsessed with researching all that she can. We both love our nieces and nephews, adore old houses and are constantly scanning for any new (old) homes to dream about, among countless other things we have in common.

The more we talked, the more I wanted to help my new cousin unlock the mystery that is her heritage. And so, through the power of our DNA and mutual matches, I became completely absorbed in trying to determine how we could be connected. Here is my thought process.

  • Step 1 – Outline all of the mutual matches that I have made through my DNA with Jennifer and her brother.
  • Step 2 – Determine if any of these mutual matches have a family tree
  • Step 3 – review each match to see if there are any details revealed regarding last names and connections within my family tree
  • Step 4 – compare the match results for Jennifer and her brother to see if there are any discrepancies
  • Step 5 – Use the data collected by reviewing each mutual match to figure out any common threads in the family tree we all share.

And through a strange and roundabout series of spreadsheets and handwritten notes, I was able to determine that we are all related to people on the McNeilly family and on the Marcy family. Therefore, the best conclusion that I could draw was that Jennifer and her brother also descend from Jared Marcy, 1850 – 1905 and Sarah McNeilly, 1856 – 1938 – most likely from one of their children.

This means that we are related through one of the children in the family portrait I posted last March.

The information Jennifer has from the adoption records includes such small amounts of information, it’s nearly impossible to figure out who could have given birth. Things get even harder when you consider that the person we could be related to is not her father’s mother – which means we will have an even smaller chance of trying to figure out the names of Jennifer’s grandparents.

All we can do now is encourage others to get the ancestryDNA test done which we hope will solve this mystery once and for all and in the meantime, I’ve gained a cousin as well as a friend.