Winter Bucket List

  • -- Make snow ice cream
  • -- Set up tree
  • -- Build a snowman
  • -- Go ice skating
  • -- See Santa
  • -- Watch The Grinch and drink hot chocolate
  • -- Enchanted Forest
  • -- Nutcracker Ballet
  • -- Make a gingerbread house
  • -- WinterShines Festival
  • -- Festival of Trees

Friday, April 24, 2015

And lo, now I am 33.

Drift Sidewalk Cafe made me (and Eleanor) a strawberry and goat cheese crepe, with chocolate sauce. 


Geneva had steamed carrots. SHE AIN'T WISE TO IT. 


Yesterday Me made lunch for Today Me. Mogul Divan made me dinner (and Joel and Eleanor picked it up). 


The farmer's market made me a tiny cake. 


It was thick with caramel and walnuts inside. I couldn't decide on just the cake, though, so I also bought the world's tiniest cherry pie. 


All this not-cooking gave me time to hang out with my little hooligans. 


Good birthday, in all.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Eight and still ticking.

Eight years ago today, Joel and I got together to make faces with our nearest and dearest, all while impossibly well-dressed.



Seven years ago, we were living in Abbotsford and going to 80s parties because that's what you did in 2008.


Six years ago, we were living in Victoria and going on accidental staycations because we are bad at maps.


Five years ago, we were STILL living in Victoria and I had cancer and then I didn't and then we went to the Olympics. It was a big year for us.


Four years ago, we were STILL living in Victoria. Bonkers, right? We felt super Victorian by this point.


Also, you'd never know it (I didn't know it) but I'm like three weeks pregnant in that photo.

Which is how, three years ago, we ended up living in my parents' house, being all like HOW DO YOU BABY.


Eleanor isn't sure either.

Two years ago, we were living in Calgary being like, HOW DO YOU BABY WITH ALL THIS WINTER THOUGH.


Last year, we had moved to Saskatoon and were like, HA HA THAT WASN'T A WINTER THIS IS A WINTER THOUGH.


Also, I was mega pregnant. Like, really very huge, at this time.

Since then we have added a whole other person to our family.


And had the longest, hardest summer, baaaasically all of which is a blur.


And we went camping and it was great, and then we went camping again and it was insanely cold.


And my parents and my sister and her baby came to visit.


And Joel's parents came to visit, and fall did its fall thing where it's just super warm and pretty and you're like, What winter.


And we boiled Geneva in a cauldron because October is basically one long Halloween celebration up in here.


Also we went to Cuba just like real quick, and brought Geneva but left Eleanor and it was AMAZING and TRAGIC and AMAZING.


And then we had Christmas and then Eleanor turned three and how is she even that old, I ask you.


We went home for visits,


we went to Palm Springs,


and between one thing and another, we have made it to spring.


Now summer lies ahead of us, with all of its glory, and summers and summers and summers to come. Eight years married! Not yet divorced, and neither of us has died. We are doing so well by ourselves.


Monday, April 13, 2015

Fixed that.

I solved that Geneva problem I was having.


Baby on my back while I do my make-up. Baby on my back while I chop some onions. Baby on my back while we blow bubbles in the yard because I can't put her down because of how badly she wants to find and eat some rabbit poops. 


Baby back. 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Sibling Day.

Yesterday was Sibling Day. 


I have good siblings. 


Having two kids sort of works me over sometimes. 


But I'm so glad these two each have a sibling. 


Still can't get them to roar at the same time, though. 


Wednesday, April 08, 2015

WEATHER. MAKE UP YOUR MIND.

April is Heartbreak Month in Saskatoon. Remember like last week when we were picnicking in the yard?


And the next day, we walked down to the weir after dinner because we finished early and Joel wasn't home, and it was SO NICE.


And we were there, and Joel was on his way to meet us, and he texts us saying, You gotta come home, there's a storm a-brewing. We made it home about eight seconds after it started hailing.

The next night, we wanted to go for a walk after dinner and Eleanor was making some noise about being nervous of a storm, and I didn't want her to think the weir = hail, so we headed back there 'to look for pelicans.' And it was SO COLD.



So the next day, when I wanted to walk to the farmer's market, I over-bundled the girls because that walk is long and who even knows what the weather is going to do.


And it was too warm for the snowsuit but too cold for...not the snowsuit. I dunno, a jacket would have probably been fine. Unrelatedly, the farmer's market can have all my moneys because I believe in supporting small business and because raw local honey TASTES LIKE BEES and because the guy with the really sweet carrots finally has carrots again, and because the ginger lady is always offering us samples of her candied ginger, her ginger-turmeric-lemon tea, her ginger fruit leather, her ginger syrups, and Eleanor eats it and eats it and the lady is boggled because it's all hella gingery. Also, we can never resist a pie.


I walked home from the market in my shirt sleeves and it was great. Sunshine on my shoulder, etc. But then yesterday it snowed.


AUGH. I cannot. And then today! We took a bunch of toys into the yard and scrubbed them with baking soda and squirted the whole mess with vinegar and it was A VOLCANO of spring cleanliness and none of us were wearing shoes.


I would totally take this up-and-down mess over solid -30 weather, but you keep thinking you can take a picnic to the park and the weather is like LOL WATCH ME SNOW. But our windowsill garden is going like gangbusters, and the weather is trending towards 'warmer,' and we're on the backside of winter with NOTHING AHEAD OF US BUT GLORIOUS SUMMER. Hooray.


Saturday, April 04, 2015

EASTERING

Easter! Very Eastery around these parts. Much Easter doings. And I hate to say this about my child, whom I love, but Geneva is ruining everything.


Not everything! Today she has been hilarious and winsome and we went to see the Easter bunny and he didn't get there until 11:30 and we had been in line for an HOUR and she had been awake for FIVE HOURS by then and she was a delight.


Both of my girls lost their minds with excitement when the bunny rolled up and I wish these photos captured that, captured Geneva doing her delighted that's-an-animal scream (she has literally just figured out what animals are and GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS) and Eleanor laughing like a maniac and then just hugging the bunny's arm rull hard.


But yesterday! We made paska! This is literally the only moment, when we're mixing up our paska sponge, where we're doing A Thing and Geneva isn't underfoot waaaaaaailing because her life is so awful.


I tried rigging our infant carrier up for a back-carry but it's too small and nobody was comfortable and we lasted maybe ten minutes.


So, good thing Eleanor has gotten really competent. Kind of? 'Use the metal thingie to hold the egg, Eleanor, and then lower it into the dye.'


'Yes, I do it like this.'


*plok*

We made Disney Princess eggs and those wrap-it things are SUPER HARD TO USE but whatever, Eleanor was delighted.


We had an hour to kill before we needed to add things to our paska sponge and it was literally only sunny for an hour but we took that hour to the park.


Geneva is like, What is this, this is not snow, I do not understand this.


Eleanor's Tante Leah taught her to crack eggs while we were in Palm Springs, and now she is an egg-cracking whiz and literally all she wants to do is crack eggs into a bowl so good thing paska has like six eggs in it.


And then we put stickers on our princessy eggs to finish them off.


And then we ate a bunch. Eleanor eats maybe ten hard-boiled eggs a year because she's kind of not into them, and fully half of those are eaten around Easter.

And then everyone went down for a nap and I hid some eggs. And then Eleanor woke up, and I came into her room with a basket and she's all, What is that basket for? And I'm like, Come out into the living room and you'll see. And she's like, OooOOOOooo, because Eleanor loves a mystery. And a hunt! There's one!


And there's another!


Her prizes were mostly stickers and little toys. There were four mini eggs total, and she gave two of them to me. She is a treat. SPEAKING OF TREATS. Then Geneva woke up and the agony continued. I hope that every time I say 'And then we did this' you are adding 'while Geneva clung to my leg and wept, or sat in her chair and wailed because she didn't want to eat her food because she was on some weird hunger strike yesterday.'


You're fooling no one with that face, Geneva. NO ONE.

And then we made our paska buns and decorated our paska buns


and ate our paska buns for dinner because WHO IS GONNA COOK when you're the only grown-up in the house.


And then Geneva went to bed and Eleanor and I hung out and facetimed my parents and Eleanor put plastic eggs on her feet and then laughed uproariously because it's the best joke she knows. And I love doing holiday things with her SO MUCH, and Geneva is just at the worst age right now, where she can't do any of the things but she can't do NOTHING because she's not a NEWBORN and she's teething and she's needy and I love her so much, if only for the way she pops a bean in her mouth and then covertly spits it out and waves her arms around to distract you from the fact that she never actually ate the bean. She's a cuddly dumpling and she's going through a rough time and I want to be there for her, but I also just want to do all these fun things with my other kid whom I'm kind of really starting to like again right now. HAVING TWO CHILDREN IS HARD.


Baby chicks, on the other hand, are super soft.