What else we've been up to

On Nov. 28, we departed for Cancun via Toronto on a 6:30 a.m. flight. We told you we'd have to get up in the middle of the night so we wouldn't miss our ride. Upon hearing this, you decided it would almost be best to just stay up all night... Thankfully, you fell asleep well and stayed awake the entire way there which was a little exhausting for all of us.


Upon landing in Cancun, you saw palm trees out the window which delighted you beyond belief. We took a taxi from Cancun to about an hour and a bit south to our resort at Tulum. Check out the photo gallery - great photos! This is where we spent the majority of our time because - oh my - there was a pool! And the ocean! And Explorer's Club! And a kid's buffet table at the restaurant we mostly frequented! One day we went to Playa del Carmen to Grandma and Grandpa's place, but for the most part, we took it easy.


Uncle Ryan and Auntie Leslie got married on Dec. 4 in the blazing heat, right on the beach. My legs were swelling and you were tired, so it wasn't as perfect for us, but it was really, really lovely.


Since our return from hot, hot, hot Tulum, it's been cold, cold, cold. Like -45* with windchill cold. And it's been relatively busy compared to how we run the rest of our lives. First thing back on Monday morning, your dad and I had dentist appointments and you were off to Amy's. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I had work lunches, it was your special day at school on Thursday so I took the afternoon off and went with you. On Saturday, we went to Peter Pan at the Globe Theatre. As people who don't frequent the theatre, this was a wonderful introduction. You were totally gaga for Captain Hook; I can't say I blame you either as he was perfect. On Sunday, we went to the SGI kid's xmas party where you didn't fail to disappoint us by being overly disappointed by the gift Santa gave you. I swear you'll never be satisfied... On Monday evening, we went to your Winter Festival (aka Christmas concert) where you performed beautifully and ended the evening with a complete meltdown - as per usual anytime we keep you out past 8 p.m. On Tuesday morning, you had a dentist appointment - with NO cavities - so we were happy. Friday is your field trip to the Science Centre, followed by a visit (with presents) from Grandma and Grandpa for
the weekend. Oh, and Uncle Nigel gets home on Saturday and you're already scheming what you'll do with him.


Busy, busy. Hopefully it'll calm down between xmas and new year's...though it doesn't much matter as at least I'll be home for that week. Lots of days in our pajamas, I imagine. Can't wait!

A bit about him

According to this morning's ultrasound, your baby brother currently weighs 14 oz. with a heartbeat of 141 beats/minute. No pictures, though. He was head down facing my spine, his face nestled in this little, unattainable pocket the entire time - no matter how much the technician poked him. We did see his nose and mouth for a split second and it reminded us of you. I think you'll both have your daddy's nose.

Someone is going to get a baby brother...

Yup, it's you! And when I told you this morning, you were surprisingly excited despite only ever wanting a sister. And you want to name him Peter Pan. Or Eeek. Maybe Gus. This is going to be interesting...

Ultrasound next Monday, so pictures to come!

Surprises and reminders

Thank god we have you to keep us in line. While sitting around the other evening, we were talking about what we need to do for your field trip to the library today. I said, "You'll need to wear your tie-dye shirt. You'll need your snack. How about almonds?" To which you loudly reminded me, "NO NUTS!" I am so not very good at this nut-free school thing yet...but I strive to improve - with constant reminders, of course.

So, you had a great time at the library, mainly because of the awesome puppet show. Then Nana took you to the Hotel Saskatchewan after for her friend Tom's 90th birthday party. They had their annual display of gingerbread houses, fancy salmon sandwiches, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a nice, big glass of chocolate milk for you. It was a good day to say the least. And to think you'd begun the whole day planning a surprise...

I didn't think anything of it when you and Nana were practicing writing "Mom" and "Dad" all week, but when we came home from work yesterday, you promptly handed me this:

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Too sweet. Thanks.

Happy Halloween!

It was chilly but without snow, despite you believing that as a snow princess you could make the white, fluffy stuff appear. But your costume was a hit with all who saw you. And we had three pumpkins: a Tinkerbell, an evil one and Jack Skellington. And then there's all that chocolate, chips and candy. My tummy already hurts from all the loot you've eaten since we got home...

Halloween preview of a snow princess

From yesterday's Halloween party at school. Too cute!

Spots!

We were stripping you down to put on your pajamas last Wednesday night when we saw something quite curious on your torso. While there weren't many, maybe a dozen, it looked like it could be only one thing - chicken pox! In an age where all kids are immunized against the spots, we were quite surprised so we kept you home from school on Thursday and took you to the doctor. One look at the then quadrupled spots, he said, "Yes, those are chicken pox." And that was that. Keep you home until they all scabbed over.

"Nana, I have chicken spots," you told her when we got home.

But you weren't even that uncomfortable and your energy was boundless, jumping and posing incessantly in your Halloween costume. By Tuesday, they'd all but disappeared as quickly as they arrived so you were back at Amy's yesterday. And school today, just in time for orange day and to pick up your school pictures!

Awww, your first school picture. Too cute.

Thanks, etc.

Thanks, etc. from Really Silly Lily and her mama on Vimeo.

Hopefully it wasn't the last nice weekend

Last Saturday, you, me, Dad and Nana went to Pumpkin Hollow to go through the corn maze and get some pumpkins. It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the more than beautiful Lumsden valley. We took a tractor ride out to the maze, you answered all the questions right to get us out of the maze, you went on a tractor/barrel ride, played in the corn box (alternative to sand), rode the horse swings, went on a pony ride and ended it all jumping into a big pile of hay. All in all, it was an awesome way to spend a couple hours. And thank god we did it then because it's been cold and rainy ever since!

Weasels

Nana gave us a call as we were driving home for lunch, saying she couldn't get you to leave the park outside of the Science Centre. I said fine, we'll see you at home. But because we were pretty close, we decided to stop there and perhaps light a little fire under your butt.

When we arrived, Nana was standing there waiting for you to put your sandals back on. (Not that they should have been off...) I had Dad stop the van in the middle of the parking lot, I jumped out and ran towards you yelling, "There's a cute little girl I'm going to steal!" And you were so excited when I scooped you up and ran you to the van. We quickly buckled up and were off to beat Nana home. Worked like a charm.

On the way home, you wanted to tell us everything you did and saw. At first, you said there were real animals there. When I asked what, you said bunnies and that you got to hold one. I asked where it was because I'm pretty sure the Science Centre doesn't have bunnies, let alone ones they let people hold. You said it was outside and that it was green. Then you said it was green because it was on the grass...you know, like it would be black if it was on dirt. Apparently you'd mixed up a chameleon and the fact that bunnies are white in the winter like snow and brown like dirt in the summer - and lied about it. (We'll set you straight - tomorrow.)

Then you were telling me about the other animals. Dad asked if they were the ferrets because he frequents the Science Centre with you all the time and has a pretty good idea of what you're talking about. When you confirmed, Dad said they were kinda like weasels. Oh, you say. Like the ones on the bus song.

Huh?

You know, the weasels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round...

First day of school

Oh my. It's finally here. I only just dropped you off less than an hour ago, but now you're in school. Of course, you didn't want me to stay, especially since your friend Brynn was there. You were so excited. Your teacher's name is Tammy. You have Rice Krispie cake packed for your snack and water for your drink. You bravely left Baby in the van. At first you wanted me to wait in the van until school was over, but at the last minute you decided that I could go home.

I can't wait to ask you how school was today...

The fourth birthday party

After a wicked storm on Friday night, we weren't sure we would get to have the outdoor party we envisioned. It was gray, cool and drizzly most of the day.

By 2 p.m. it had stopped raining for the most part so we prepared the tables, cleaned the chairs, moved the gazebo onto the patio with the other table and umbrella at the end of it, and put up balloons and a banner. When everyone started arriving at 4 p.m., it was still dark and misty, but I kept holding out, moving everyone under the gazebo as much as possible. By the time present-opening rolled around at 5 p.m., so did the sun and it was amazing.

You opened presents, we ate supper and then cake, you played exhaustively with Brynn and Creeson, we made a fire, you fell asleep – all outside. It was practically perfect, as seen here in pictures:

Life is one big party.

That is our life. We have been having so much fun and excitement that I really don't know how you'll adapt to real life again. The weekend before my holidays began, we got complimentary weekend passes to the outdoor Summer Invasion concerts as I did the design for the stages banners on Saturday night. While we had BBQ plans at Joanne's on Saturday, we managed to make it out on Friday to see a few bands including Our Lady Peace. Your highlight, though, was meeting Liam. Despite having a five year old brother, Liam (age seven) stole your heart by growling and crawling up to you with crispy, corn snack Bugles claws on each of his fingers. You played and ran like crazy in the dark, eventually kissing him multiple times on the cheek while holding his hand - which made Dad and I a little uncomfortable because, well, you were only three. But since we didn't get his phone number, we figured we wouldn't have to worry yet.
The following Thursday, we got our yearly dose of grease at Buffalo Days. Not to mention rides. And butterflies. That night we went for drinks and snacks at the Freehouse with Auntie Sharon, Uncle Marvin, Uncle Rodney, Auntie Debby, cousin Erik and Nana to go over any last minute arrangements for the reunion. Not that we did much. Auntie Sharon and Erik seemed to take the lead and run with it.
The reunion was good. We got to Camp Lutherland mid-afternoon on Friday, just in time to get the room assignments up on the doors of the large hall. We were in room #6. You immediately declared the double bunk ours and Dad could have the one across from us. As everyone showed up, you tried to get the kids to play with you, but since most were smaller, none were too interested. Then Willow came. I'd only met Willow once before. Two reunions and six years ago, she was a little girl of two and a half. You became instant friends and almost inseparable. You even wanted to sleep in her tent with her and her dad, my cousin Mark. (You also asked to sleep on the top bunk by yourself, but in the end you needed to sleep with Mom because who else would put their arm over you while you fell asleep?) Anyway, between the beach, the nightly bonfires, playing on the tires, holding babies, chasing balls, going to church, meals, and watching movies with Willow, you were highly impressed that all the people there were your family. Next time, all the little kids will be 3, 4, 5 and 6 so that will be even more interesting!
After almost a day at home, we were off again. To Minot this time with our new, shiny passports. Got to the hotel and hit the waterslides - the first of five times we would go. We stayed for three nights so we wouldn't be rushed. Lots of eating, shopping and playing at the arcade (with a lot of pretty awesome prizes). Oh, and our trip wouldn't have been complete without a visit to the always-fun zoo. Animals never get old.
We got home on Aug. 7 and the next day, the Saturday, was the Regina Folk Festival - three days of international alternative and folk music that takes place outside in the beauty of Victoria Park. Kid, you wait for this concert event all year long. In the morning, I just wanted to swing by the farmer's market and pick up a pail of Saskatoon berries. Of course the park is there but they were also setting up the booths for folks to hock their wares at the festival so we had to stay. Best part, though, was the children's area. You ended up making a decorated mask, painting with a bunch of other kids on some fabric and getting your face painted up like a butterfly! How cool is that? Anyway, after some time at home, we packed up the wagon and backpack and were off to meet Creeson and Jamie. It was supposed to rain so we had all this gear, but we ended up with a lovely star-filled night. You guys ate hotdogs and fries and drank juice boxes. And then you ran. Then showed off your new dance moves. Ran some more. Followed by a bit more running. Then sitting and snacking. Then running. And then all of sudden at 11 p.m. you said, "I'm tired. Let's go home." With that, you climbed into your wagon and fell asleep.
On Sunday, Dad helped Uncle Andy and his brother, Ralph, build a deck for Nana so we went there for lunch and spent the rest of the day there, even fitting in a two-hour nap and a trip to the park.
Dad had to squeeze in some yard work on Monday in preparation for Saturday's party because he had to go back to work on Wednesday. So we made plans to do one last awesome thing before his holidays were over. On Tuesday, we took the 25-minute trip out to Regina Beach to spend the 32˚C afternoon on the beach. When we got into town, we stopped at the Bluebird Cafe whose specialty is fish and chips. Got three orders, parked down by the beach, got all our gear and beach bags and ate lunch on the sand. There were swims, sand digging, resting and playing on at the park. It couldn't have been a nicer afternoon.
On Wednedsay, we hit the farmer's market again for more Saskatoon berries before heading over to see Kit, a little baby I'm doing a birth announcement for. We had to take some photos of her in her cute pink tutu and little ballet slippers. That night, Dad and I made some Saskatoon berry jam (that was much more of a sauce) for grown-up goodie bags.

Thursday was your official birthday. You woke up at 6 a.m., got out of bed and looked in the mirror. You were so upset that you couldn't see that you'd grown overnight, but were still excited to open the gift from our neighbours Maureen and Hannah. So excited, you'd slept with the gift bag on your bed. While that present was totally disappointing (a book), we also let you open the gift from Dad and I - the Ultimate Disney Princess Collection with seven Barbie-sized dolls of each of the princesses including Tiana from the upcoming movie, The Princess and the Frog. We thought it was pretty awesome especially because we knew you'd be getting Prince Phillip from Sleeping Birthday from Nana, but you took longer to warm up to it. Anyway, while Dad went to work, you and I went to Chuck E. Cheeses and blew $20. Later on, we went to Montana's for supper so you could be sung to. And despite totally not acting like you had enjoyed it at all, you said you did.
On Friday, we shopped for snacks and kid loot for goodie bags. The rest of the day was filled with food preparation and the arrival of Grandma and Grandpa. And of course, Saturday was the birthday party. Which was so awesome that it deserves a post all of its own. Someday soon, too – I still have two full days of holidays left.