Sunday, 25 May 2014

Big Weekend!

Thanks to everyone who came out to help celebrate Peanut's first birthday!  After a week of miserable weather we had a beautiful day to hang out on our deck and back yard and make Paige feel awkward for having everybody stare at her.  Actually, she seemed to thrive on the attention.  It was a good day and it was made possible by a lot of people who drove long distances and helped out throughout the day.  We appreciate it so much and we hope Paige got some idea of how lucky we are to have such good friends and loving family.

Some pics from her big day and from earlier in the week:


"A cupcake?  For me?  Get outta here!"

"Now what?"

Jen's first rum and coke in 1 year and 9 months.  And my first scotch in, well, weeks.

Graduated to the front facing car seat.  And a little skeptical about it.

Sock Monkey Pinata!

Sock Monkey Cake!

"Where are the people?"

Peanut in birthday tutu take a ride in the swing.

"Are they here yet?"

Happy cousins.

The Deere side of the deck.

Peanut lines up the pinata.

No luck on the first try.  Takes a drink and changes weapons.

Zander and Remy eye up the target.

Jake put a serious hurtin on that monkey.

I'll spare you the gory finale but this was the sweet aftermath.

A day later and Peanut has recruited her new minions into some devious plan.

Taking her new roadster for a spin.

Transplanted from Ottawa, Paige is eager to explore her new play house.

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Good Morning

"I'm one years old!"

Grandma delivers the goods

Peanut Work and Play

"No time for fooling around!  Deadline's due!"

Peanut invents the sport of lawn surfing.

Taking her favourite bags for a walk.

Happy Birthdays!

Happy Birthday to my two favoritest girls in the whole world!  A year ago today, Jen celebrated her birthday by heading into the hospital to induce labor.  It was an amazing day and I was just in awe of the woman I had married.  We welcomed Lil' Peanut into the world and for all the worrying and sleepless nights that followed we are here, a year later, and I'd challenge anyone to find a happier family.  We are throwing a little party this weekend to celebrate that year but today it'll just be us (plus Grandma!) and Jen just may have a well-deserved rum and coke before ALL the attention swings over to Peanut.  Thanks babe, for an unforgettable year!  Can't wait to get home to give my girls their birthday hugs.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

The Face of Addiction

Oatmeal.  Not even once.

Let Down

Space is starting to be a premium in the work shop so when it came time to put the snowmobile away I decided to put the kayak up in the ceiling just like I had it in the garage in Kitchener.  Seemed like a good idea.  More floor space with easy access to an large, infrequently used piece of fishing equipment.  Yup, a great idea.  Until yesterday.

Luckily, the snowmobile and nearby fishing rods were unharmed.  More lucky that this didn't happen in Kitchener when Jen was parking her work car under my brilliant rigging.  Whooo, ha ha ha.  Yeesh.

Sunday, 11 May 2014

The Sandbox

Paige's birthday gift came a little early.  We'd been talking about building a sandbox for her and we were going back and forth on the size and scope of the project.  One mandatory feature was that it had to have a cover.  We didn't want Paige to be playing in the sand and come up with a handful of cat poop.

Then Jen found a pic of a sandbox design on Pinterest that had a cover that folded into benches on the side of the box.  It looked perfect.  I googled up some plans and went to work.  I'm pretty happy with the end result.  And Paige seemed pleased as well.  Until she jammed a bunch of sand in her mouth.  Ah, well.  At least we can be confident that the sand was and will be poop-free.

Oh, and I got my John Bulle bird house mounted too!

Happy Mother's Day!

Paige's due date was actually right around Mother's Day last year.  As it happened, Paige was a little too comfortable in the womb and denied Jen a Mother's Day birth.  So Jen's had to wait almost 51 weeks to celebrate her first Mother's Day.  Not that she'd actually celebrate the day by taking it easy.  As with any other day, Jen is a whirlwind of activity.  Today she's busy organizing Paige's first birthday (not to mention mowing the lawn and weeding the gardens and playing with Paige and tidying, always tidying).  She is amazing and Paige is one lucky kid to have her for a mom.  Great job baby, love you!


I was heading into Kitchener on Friday to pick up some building supplies at Home Depot.  Jen messages me and says "Oh, could you stop by Ricki's while you're there and pick up these things I ordered off the web?".

Ricki's?  I vaguely recognized it as the name of one of those stores that takes up space between Canadian Tire and Future Shop.  I'd never been in one and never before believed I would EVER have a need to change that condition.  I find all those stores confusing.  Is there really any difference between Ricki's and Reitmans and Cleo?  Couldn't they all just be lumped into one store?  Guys just have the one store, Mark's Work Wearhouse, and we're perfectly happy.

Whatever, sure, I'll go.  A store's a store.  How bad could it be?

I pulled up to the store and followed another woman through the doors.  And immediately regretted my decision.

With one look I knew this was a place I did not belong.  This was an alien world and every fiber in it was screaming at me "GET OUT!".

Two waifish saleswomen were bee-lining it to the front door at the prospect of a commission.  Looking at me, the scruffy man in jeans and polo shirt, and the woman who I had followed in, they both veered towards the likelier sale.  While they were distracted I desperately looked for the counter so I could just make my pick-up and get the hell out of there.  There was no check-out at the front of the store.  Why the fuck is there no check-out at the front of the store?!?

Jesus Christ I was going to have to talk to one of these robots.  The woman who had first entered the store was not interested in talking to sales people, so one of them eventually gave me her attention on the off chance I'd actually spend money and wasn't just there to ask to use the bathroom.

I quickly explained my reason for defying all the laws of nature to enter their unholy den of couture.  She motioned me to follow her to the back of the store.  I was actually worried that I was being lead into some trap that preys on unsuspecting men whose woeful fate brings them inside a Ricki's.  As I passed each freakish mannequin I became more and more worried.

We got to the counter (at the back of the store?  seriously what kind of fucking sense does that make?)  and she floated off to find Jen's order.  Thankfully, Jen had already paid for the order so when she came back with the package I practically snatched it out of her hands and I'm pretty sure I sprinted out of there.

The sunlight never felt so warm and the fresh air has never tasted so sweet as when I finally made it through those doors.  Never again.

Friday, 9 May 2014

For the Grandpas

Straight Outta Monkton!

Jen and Paige went traveling yesterday and stopped for a picnic in Monkton.  To be honest, it kind of hurts to see her having fun on that particular shade of green and yellow.

Tuesday, 6 May 2014


So, the leather cow/ottoman is no longer seen as an obstacle but as a tool to be used to gain access to objects that were previously out of reach.  The irony that my blood pressure monitor is her goal is not lost on me as seeing these pictures show up on dropbox is not helping my health.