Wrapping up July

Recap

Ok Ok. So my postings have been sparse, but for good reason. One, of course, I am *on fire* with the energy most Canadians feel once summer arrives and have been cottaging and enjoying the outdoors. Two, I need a new computer (this thing is soooooooooooo slow). Three, I've yet to transfer this site to Livejournal to facilitate filters so I can tell some of you what's *really* been going on (the good, the bad, and the ugly that goes along with both).

So at the start of June I got to see one of the two artists in this world I admire most - Leonard Cohen. It was such a remarkable experience and well worth the insane amount of money the ticket cost. I've been a fan since I was a teenager and to see that man live, on stage, at the age of 75 - with his dark humour, and wise spirit - well, it was just more than I could have hoped for.

Cory also got to go and see one of the things he admires most - (thanks to two of the nicest and funniest people I know) the Stanley Cup.

Naomi is hilarious - just simply hilarious. She laughs whole-heartedly at her sister all the time. She's pulled herself to a sitting position from laying down, and she isn't afraid to express her opinions (I wonder WHERE on earth she gets that...). She often reaches up to feel the face of the person putting her in her crib after she's fallen asleep- and if the face has whiskers - well LOOK OUT!

On Georgian Bay

Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees...

E: (while watching a young lad of 4 or 5 at Kiwanis park) He's a boy. So...I bet there is a penis under that swimming suit.
Rowan the Girl: 'Cuz boys have penises and girls have baginas. (my friend) is a boy, and he has a penis.
E: Jeremy...do you have a penis?
Jeremy: Yes Evie. I do have a penis.
E: 'Cuz your a boy, right Jeremy?
Jeremy: That's right. I'm a boy.

Naomi rolled over today!

yellow buttercup, helicopter, orange butter cat chasing after the crazy bee mad about somebody...

big hands = big heart

tee hee

a piece of my mind

Any suggestion that a stay-at-home-dad is any more *special* than the dads that go to work to support their families is ridiculous. Apples and oranges, people.

If a stay-at-home mom wants to compare a stay-at-home-dad to anyone, it should be to herself. You know, because they are stay-at-home-parents - doing the same job, regardless of gender.

little neigh neigh @ three months

She's only 3

E: (holding her Arthur: Explorations CDROM) Mommy. I need my very own laptop to play this on. Can you go and buy me one?

Me: (two glasses of wine past): I love my family.
C: You know what I love?
Me: What?
C: Beer.

when life bites you in the ass

I'm looking for a good lemonade recipe - preferably one with a lot of gin. Or should that be bourbon?

As spoken by Evelyn during a lengthy car ride...

"Mommy...I think I need to shave my arms."

"I am old enough for chewing gum and walking in the parking lot by myself."

And, while entering the city of Hamilton:

E: "Mommy...what's that blue stuff there...in the sky...all over."
Me: "It's smog."
E: "No really Mommy, what is it?"

Two months old

The last two months have been a bit of a whirl wind. Little Naomi is giggling (especially in her sleep), smiling, reaching, and turning on her 'Ocean Dreams crib aquarium (though I suspect that was a fluke). She loves to watch Evelyn and look at new faces.

I have lots and lots to say...but not the time to write it all down...

Mrs. M. King - there is my 5.5 week post baby body shot.

Opal - be sure to take note of the shirt Cory is wearing.