Hot cha-loc-a-lat......

That's how Sebastian say's it and he's addicted! At least once a day he asks me if we can all have a hot cha-loc-a-lat (it must be all of us, he doesn't like to drink alone) and when I say yes he insists that we drink it outside. And so begins a half hour ritual of finding socks and boots, making hot cha-loc-a-lat, waiting for it to cool, opening the back door and carrying it all outside without spilling it on anyone's head. Then we all find a spot, I usually don't get a chair but Seb does always give me a cushion from his. Then we sit. and sip. Listening to the leaves rustle and watching out for Cougoos.  I am making it my mission to try to remember these simple moments, so easily lost in the whooshing of time. Thank goodness for blogs eh!