Summer Bucket List

  • -- Go hiking at Beaver Creek
  • -- Find a new splash park
  • -- Make a salad from our garden
  • -- Go strawberry picking
  • -- Go to the Berry Barn for berry picking and waffles
  • -- Go to the zoo
  • -- Make watermelon juice
  • -- Run in the sprinklers
  • -- Bike to River Landing after supper
  • -- Make our own ice cream
  • -- Go to Pike Lake
  • -- Go camping
  • -- Go to the Children's Festival
  • -- Go to Ribfest
  • -- To to Taste of Saskatchewan
  • -- Make lemonade
  • -- Get ice cream at the bus

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Cold Camping on Purpose

CAMPING. We went camping. We have had a busy summer, with the visitors and Joel working all weird hours and this was the only weekend we could go camping, and it was COLD. But it was supposed to rain on us and DID NOT RAIN and so we are calling it a success.


(Look at me, everybody! I'm napping!)


(Actually napping.)

Anyway. We got a new tent. We threw away our busted-ass old tent last year, so we got a new tent, and it has a CLOSET.


Also, two rooms, so we can put Geneva, like, over there where she can't see us. Which is IMPORTANT because she is a BABY. Eleanor is just this giant human child now.


Ugh so old. But now I can be like, Hey here are some carrots, and she is like, Yes I will peel them.


Geneva's just like, I'M IN A BOAT. BRRRRM BRRRM BRRRM.


Geneva was a nightmare that first evening. She only napped maybe half an hour in the car (WHY ARE YOU SO TERRIBLE AT CAR-SLEEPS) and there were so many things she wanted to check out and climb on and maybe fall into (ugh the fire) and we were like, Don't, and she was mad as hell. But then I gave her some campfire corn and she was like, Yes good I eat the stem part.


Anyway. Last time, we didn't realize how cold it was going to be but Geneva slept right up against my body is how she kept from dying. THIS TIME I put her in two pairs of jammies and a sleep sack and a jacket and some mittens and a hat, and she was like, Um?


When I came back in half an hour later she was like


and I was like, Please don't die in your sleep.

After Geneva went down, we let Eleanor hang out and make a single s'more. She definitely let her marshmallow catch fire but she did not mind.


Now that Geneva is in the pack-n-play, Eleanor sleeps on the floor in her sleeping bag like a grown-up person.


You guys, it is super hard to stuff someone back into their sleeping bag like ten times a night and when everyone is only half-awake. Also, Geneva hated not having her hands available for handsing, and woke up like every hour to complain about it. Plus, mornings come so early when you're camping.


One of our problems with the fire is that we've been teaching Geneva that our coffee is HOT, and then letting her gently touch the mug to see what 'hot' is, and then blow on it for us to cool it down. So the whole weekend she just wanted to gently touch the fire, and maybe blow on it.


Who is this teenager that we have brought with us.


In previous years, we haven't brought much in the way of toys. But I dragged a bag of things along this year in case we were rain-trapped in the tent, and even though we weren't, having a few books and a doll along helped fill those moments when one of you is stoking the fire and one of you is chopping the foods.


We went to the Nature Center, as is our custom and because if you ask Eleanor what her favorite part of camping is, she will say Putting on the COSTUMES. But the costumes weren't there! But this fox pelt was, and I put it on Geneva and she wore it for a while.


Like, just around.


OH HELLO THERE YES I AM EXTREMELY FANCY THANK YOU.


(I also put a piece of black bear fur on her like a wig but she was not into it.)


Eleanor put on a puppet show, as she is wont to do


and then we were like, But where are the costumes? And the lady is like, Oh, they're over at the festival.


HA HA OF COURSE THERE IS A FESTIVAL GOING ON, SPLENDID.

We went to the festival, Eleanor got an airbrush tattoo of a bison.


We found the costumes.


Geneva did not want to be a porcupine.


It warmed up in the afternoon so we went to the Waskesieu playground for a bit. Eleanor had AN AMAZING TIME.



Eleanor got to roast her own hot dog this year, as she did not fall on her face and pass out immediately prior to us having hot dogs.


Geneva got her hot dog sliced in a bowl. What are you doing, Geneva, this is why you can't have nice things.


Look at her leetle outfit. One of my favorite things about having another girl is pulling old clothes out and being like, EEEEEEEEE! I mean:


Bitty Eleanor, eating blueberries from a mug. Tiny parka, grey shoes. Anyway.

There was some dispute over s'mores because Joel had two and Eleanor thought she should ALSO get two because her mouth is equally as big.


Joel packed up the tent the next morning while I took the girls on endless nature walks.


The clover harvest was plentiful.


We found some, I dunno. We called them 'tickle plants.' I was just glad they weren't some variant of poison ivy because I know nothing about botany.


It was FINALLY SUNNY (always on the last day) so we dragged our butts to the lake for a picnic.


I'm feeling some kinds of ways about leaving Saskatoon next summer, and knowing this would be our last trip to Waskesieu gave me VERY EMOTIONS. Even though it was cold, and we were up before 6:00 every morning, and Geneva was teething and sick and we got barely any lake time, I'm so so glad we came out.


Monday, August 24, 2015

Cold all over.

We have been camping! It was cold, but this time we KNEW it was going to be cold and we were prepared for the cold. 


Now we are enjoying the second-last day at our little pool, which incidentally is also cold. 



Tuesday, August 18, 2015

An EMBARRASSMENT of cousins.

We had house guests again! Joel was gone for a week so my sister and her husband and her baby came to keep us from murdering each other company. Remember the LAST time my sister and her baby (and my parents) were out? LOOK AT THESE TINY INFANT CREATURES.


Ack, they can't even sit up. And now, look at them discussing the merits of this blueberry.


Eleanor had a couple of sad moments because there was no other three-year-old to play with, but she made do.

Rosey took some time to get used to WHAT A LOT OF PEOPLE there are in this house.


Eleanor was like, I will be your friend.


She is going to love being the oldest cousin once she gets over being the oldest cousin.

We took them to the ice cream bus because why even HAVE an ice cream bus if you're not taking people there.


The babies got empty cones and were stoked about it. And then you have to go to the splash park to run off all that ice cream. IT'S TRADITION.


And then. AND THEN. We took them to the new Kinsmen Playground that just opened up.


IT IS UNREAL.


Like, LOOK AT THIS HUGE TALL SLIDE THING Eleanor is emerging from.


Look at this, I dunno, pile of climbing logs!


LOOK AT OUR BABIES ON A CAROUSEL.


LOOK AT US ON A TRAIN AROUND THE PARK.


LOOK AT ELEANOR ON THIS ZIPLINE SHE WAS SO BRAVE and my sister was at the far end, taking pictures and hollering HOLD ON TIGHT, HOLD ON TIGHT because you really get jerked around at the end.


So that was amazing. And then we went to Stacked Burger House for poutine. Look this way, matching babies!


Buncha defiant bitches.  We got three poutines and it was about a poutine-and-a-half too many poutines, even with the babies' help.


Eleanor had to be dragged from the table. 'Just three more French fries and then I am all done!' The next day, we took them to the library for story time. Rosey had, by this time, taught everyone how to boop each other on the nose.


We also took them to the farmer's market, which (it turns out) is super lame on Wednesdays. At least we had the hens.


And the treats.


Did I mention we were at the pool every day after naps?


Every. damn. day.


Geneva, you are ridiculous.


What else. We did pretend-face-painting a lot.


Eleanor and her auntie did some sketching together.


There was just, like, non-stop nose-booping.


Gonna boop youuuuuu.


Went to the thrift store, went to the comic book store, went to the coffee shop, all of which Eleanor referred to as 'going to the shops.'


Went to the graveyard because why not.


I feel like Rosey got used to all the bodies in her presence, Eleanor got used to having to share all available adults with others and their own pure exhaustion, and then it was time for them to leave. Good visit, all in all.