Summer Bucket List

  • Have an early dinner and then bike down to River Landing --
  • Buy Eleanor a bike or a scooter or something else wheelie --
  • Make banana splits --
  • Go to the Ex --
  • Go to Canada Day in Diefenbaker --
  • Go to Ribfest --
  • Go to A Taste of Saskatoon --
  • Go camping --
  • Run through the sprinklers --
  • Build a water wall --
  • Make watermelon juice --
  • Go to the massive playground by the zoo --
  • Go to the zoo --
  • Visit the pelican statue --
  • Get ice cream from the bus --
  • Make our own ice cream --
  • Go to the River Landing splash park --
  • Go to Josie's splash park --
  • Find a new splash park --
  • Go the Berry Barn for berry picking and waffles

Monday, November 24, 2014

Cuban lessons

You guys. Geneva grew like three sizes while we were in Cuba (I speak metaphorically, of course, referring to her intellectual development, but also literally, because she was up like five times a night and I can't in good conscience let her cry herself back down when we are SHARING WALLS WITH PEOPLE so when we get her weighed on Friday she'd better have gained at least two pounds from all these nighttime feeds is what I'm saying). She learned about:

Munching her toes

Pineapple


Sitting up


Fancy drinks


Coconut drinks


Sleeping just like right here or whatever


Papaya


Pools


Oceans


Sands


Strangers and how much she LIKES them.


Geneva's always been really starey (much like Eleanor was at her age), but with all the staff and guests coo-chooing at her, somehow the penny dropped and now she does this GRIN at people that spans her WHOLE FACE and it's amazing.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Geneva sticks her tongue out with delight.

Geneva sticks her tongue out with delight at this poolside. 


At this cucumber. 


At this pool. 


At this beach. 


At this high-chair-sitting. 


At this FLYING. 

 
At Cuba, on the whole. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Cousinabalism

Cousins are always trying to TASTE each other. 


ALWAYS. 


LONG DISTANCE TASTE ATTEMPT. 


But then sometimes it looks like they're telling adorable baby secrets. 


Ugh, stop being so adorable, you two. 

 
So defiant. 

Monday, November 10, 2014

We call this a Vancouver Picnic

It's raining outside. 



But we have this picnic basket. 



And a Papa. 


There are so many things you can do


with a Papa and a picnic basket when it is raining. 


Monday, November 03, 2014

Rude bird rudes again

Remember when the Genny Wren had her tongue out all the time? And couldn't stop making spitties, like it was her JOB? She stopped doing that entirely because she realized she could make dolphin sounds and you can only really do one thing with your mouth at a time. Anyway, the tongue is back, with a vengeance.

This is my tongue. 


This also is my tongue. 


This is my tongue and also my hand is FASCINATING. 


My good gracious. 


Saturday, November 01, 2014

A handful of piggies.

This little piggy went trick-or-treating. 


This little piggy was a huge hit with the neighbors. 


This little piggy got a ridiculous amount of candy in a single block of houses. 


This little piggy spent an hour that night organizing her candy, and reorganizing. 


This little piggy VERY CAREFULLY selected candy from the cauldron to give to the trick-or-treaters (I can't believe I didn't get a picture of this happening. She was so meticulous. Also, I forgot to tell Joel to give out candy generously [I like to buy enough candy to give it out with both hands. It makes me feel beneficent] so when I got back with the girls, we still had like four-fifths of a cauldron full of candy). 


This little piggy woke up in the morning and organized her candy again. 


This little piggy got to pick ONE TREAT to eat after her breakfast. 


This little piggy spent literally like half the day putting her candy bars in a line, putting like with like. 


This little piggy doesn't care that she missed out on candy because YAMS. 


GIVE US THIS HUMAN FOOD INTO OUR MOUTH. 


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Festive eatings.

Whatever, if Joel's at the last minute not going to be home for supper, I'm just going to make a giant pumpkin skillet pancake (I cannot call it a 'Dutch baby,' that feels weird). 


How is that treating you, Eleanor?


(Can't talk. Eating.)

Meanwhile, Geneva has become almost unreasonably beautiful. 


You would not believe the amount of food that gets into that neck, though. 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Our front stoop is ready for Halloween

Hey Eleanor, what's in your pumpkin?
GUTS


Alright, reach in there and pull them out. 
HAWWWWWWW


No, really. You do like this.


Like this?


It's slimy. 


Please can I have a spoon?


Pumpkins gutted, Eleanor bedazzles the shit out of hers. 


I go after mine with jewels and a power drill. Pumpkins in the light...


Pumpkins in the dark...


Fast forward twenty-four hours. Joel is home, Geneva is asleep. We have covered Geneva's pumpkin in alphabet stickers. Joel is the only one to take an actual literal knife to his pumpkin. 


Eleanor pulls out a pretend knife, does some pretend chopping. 


Chop chop chop. The pumpkin seeds come out of the oven and we get into our jammies and have snack-chats while Joel finishes his pumpkin. 


Pumpkin family.