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.

Happy 3rd Birthday Evelyn

I'm so tired.

Two weeks

Naomi Sweet, 6lbs 8 oz, 19.75", February 21 @ 4:18 am

and holding...

Nothing, nada, zilch

No news. I've been busy reading (Check out The Glass Castle, by Jeanette Wells, it's still haunting me at night) some good and not so good books, eating easter cream eggs, swimming, cleaning, staying away from the computer, and trying to convince Evelyn that ponytails don't hurt.

Tiggers are wonderful things

I'm feeling sentimental for a variety of reasons, and am listening to this.

Things I learned this Christmas

1. I suck at guitar hero.

2. It takes 3 hours to clean my entire house.

3. After a certain point, it really doesn't matter how much more chocolate your toddler ingests.

4. The tree CAN come down on the 26th.

5. The more the merrier.

6. We are very lucky for reasons too numerous to list.

Daddy....I want a puppy for Christmas.

Getting into the spirit of things

This, and of course, that.

Songs we hate to admit we love...

Are you going to tell me that you turn them off when they come on the radio?

Beth, by Kiss
All Out of Love, by Air Supply (I can actually play this one on the piano)
Total Eclispe of the Heart, by Bonnie Tyler
I Hate Myself for Loving You, by Joan Jett

Evelyn and her entourage

In all its glory...

Outside my Office Window

While reading 'Emperor Penguins'

Me: Then it's the male penguins turn to feast. They haven't eaten in months.
Evelyn: Why are they mail penguins? Are they 'livering the mail to everyone?

Artist at work

Trick or Treat

gone fishin'

Revised Lyrics x 2

The movie Happy Feet features many modified versions of songs from the 50's through today, including a version of Salt-n-Peppa's Let's talk about sex (modified of course to apply to the context of penguin mating season to 'let's talk about eggs').

Penguin: Let's talk about eggs ba - by. Let's talk about you and me - e.

Evelyn: Let's talk about eggs ba -by. Let's talk about you and I.

Quotables

We are playing tent in the living room with a very soft, very worn, very well-loved quilt my mother's mother made by hand. Evelyn says, from under the tent, "I need a cousin. Cousins make it better."

Quotables

As exclaimed by Evelyn, whilst describing the scene to the left:

"Look! A french fry table. People can come out of the woods and eat fries."

Evelyn and Snaily