Over the weekend, I attended the birthday party of my grandniece, Cecilia, who is now two years old. The above picture is not her, but it's close facsimile.

It's was great seeing Cecilia blow out her candles and play with her supersoaker squirtgun that was almost as big as she was.

She helped herself to the cake by sticking her hand into it. When you're a two year old, you don't need a fork or spoon. 

My stepdaughter, Roxane, and stepgrandsons, Kyle and Devon were also there.

The birthday party was held at Delores (Irene's niece) and Danny's home in Ajax.  They are the parents of Cecilia.

The next evening, we went to The China House in Cambridge with Irene's brother Joe and his wife, Laurie, to celebrate Father's Day.

Joe's two sons, Blair and Bryant, and his daughter, Jo Anne, were there as well to celebrate this special day with their dad.

One of my few regrets in life was that I never had kiddies.

My wife ended her childbearing days many years ago. That was ok, she had three children by her ex-husband.

I know there are joys and sorrows of raising children, but the joys seem to prevail. I miss that.

My two brothers and sister all had kids, I had a ballon with the skin off it.

If I live long enough, maybe I will have children. Some flowers and humans are late bloomers.