30 October 2014

Fun Time Pastime

My kids love the mall.  I don't know what's wrong with them.

I nipped a fit in the bud this week by offering to take The Bairn to ride on the "riders" at our local mall.  A nice old man saw me unloading both kids at one of the little rides and, after making the obligatory you've got your hands full remark, started pulling coins from his pockets to set the ride on its clunky see-sawing way.  I frantically shook my head, mouthing, He doesn't KNOW.  The Bairn just enjoys sitting across from a pig in a jaunty hat.  He doesn't need the pig to teeter-totter with him.

It's mostly just the three of us and the elderly at the mall on any given morning.  The old people eat donuts in the food court and laugh when The Bairn yells at the motorcycle ride to go faster or makes loud revving sound effects. 

Between rides, I stuff The Bairn back into the stroller and Ellen back into the side sling and we zip into stores to check prices on baby girl snow boots.  The price of baby girl snow boots is outlandish!  We will never ever buy new baby girl snow boots. 

As soon as we get to the car, The Bairn starts asking when we can return.  Seriously, what's wrong with this kid?

22 October 2014

Still with the Jet Lag

Things to Know about Our Trip to Utah

  1. It was my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration.
  2. My sister made delicious food, and children performed magic tricks and dances and violin solos and renditions of songs from Disney movies I've never seen.
  3. One of my brothers is an undercover cop, so he has kind of a white supremacist look going on, but he was the person Ellen warmed up to the fastest.  What does this say about my baby?
  4. My other brother is the kind of uncle who swoops in with donuts and $10 bills, making him the relative to watch in the competition for favorite aunt/uncle.
  5. While The Bairn was in heaven in Utah (and I considered sending him back there today when he was throwing a fit and knocking my art off the walls), Ellen was in baby hell.  She couldn't stand being so loved by so many.  She even refused to dance while we were away.  Now that we're back she's much happier but she refuses to sleep in her crib and she can't get back on Atlantic Time.
  6. We had a family picture taken. It's a good picture, but I got a cheap haircut right when we got to Utah, so I can't get over how bad I look in the photo.  Also, apparently, I'm fatter than I thought I was.   
  7. Possibly I'm fatter than I thought because I'm always stress-eating chocolate chips and peanuts when my child is throwing fits and knocking my art off the walls. 
The Bairn climbing a fence with a cousin.  He's having a hard time now that he's home and can't roam around outside as much as he could on vacation.

19 October 2014

My Bigsy Girl

When Ellen was born, the nurses handed her to me (after pumping her full of oxygen) and she seemed entirely familiar.  I looked at her and thought, "Well there's my Baby E." 

Today she turned one.  

She gives the best kisses.  Actual kisses with a satisfying mmmm-wah sound effect to accompany each one. 

She climbs like a monkey. 

She's sweet and gentle. 

We love her dearly.  Today in the car The Bairn was watching her sleep and said to me, "She's so cute.  Can I hug and kiss her?"

Yesterday we celebrated her birthday with Steve's parents and aunt, two little children close to my kids' ages, and the children's mothers.  Ellen enjoyed a pumpkin roll.

Now, right this moment, she is enjoying some jet-lagged staying awake past her bedtime.  Again.  I will forgive her because it is her special day.

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.

16 October 2014

We're Back

And we're tired.

Here are a couple of pictures to tide you over until I have time for a real post.

Here's E carrying a screwdriver across my sister's lawn, as you do, after being dressed in some kind of weird tutu by her aunt.

And here's The Bairn in his favorite climbing tree.  I wish we had one for him at home.

02 October 2014

Here We Are In Utah

The Bairn's new vision of paradise is the Marmot House.  There's an apple tree in the backyard that he likes to sit in with his cousins.  There are cars and trucks to play with, and he asks to take a nap in his tiny bed on the floor each afternoon.  I don't think he even notices when I run off shopping with my sister, because he just stays behind with Grandma and talks to the chickens in the yard.

24 September 2014

The Blogging is Not Coming Easily Today

Ellen attended her first non-family birthday party last week.  She loved the scones, but a dog sneezed near her and made her cry, so she had mixed feelings about the whole experience.

The birthday boy's mother is Scottish so The Bairn got to read a lot of children's books about bagpipes and haggis and Stirling Castle, and the birthday was on the same day as the Scottish independence referendum vote, so that was appropriate.

My only friends in Canada are over 60-years-old or British.

That's all.

21 September 2014


We're bringing this (sweater vest and all) to Utah next week.

I haven't packed yet, but I have begun the very important task of sorting out the US quarters, nickels, and dimes from our Canadian money to create my chocolate-covered cinnamon bear fund.
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