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

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Plus ca change.

Eleanor used to do this thing with her toes when she got really excited or involved in something. 

Lol 'used to.'

Sunday, April 24, 2016

I am 34!

IT IS MY BIRTHDAY I am now 34, and the birthday gods have smiled upon me. Joel was on overnight call but nobody had any babies! So he slept all night! So I sent him to the Fun Factory with the girls instead of taking them myself, and I sat around and ate too much cheese and read trashy novels all morning! Also I went through one random box and purged a bunch of stuff, just to give myself that Having Done a Thing feeling.

Eleanor has been talking about my birthday for days, and this morning, when I went into her room to get her, she popped up in her bed and said, Happy birthday, mom! And Geneva, of course, echoed, HAPPY DAY DAY and this happened periodically throughout the day and occasionally they would burst into Happy Birthday, which Geneva did not know the words to until today but now she knows ALL OF THEM.

Back in December, Eleanor's Christmas present was two tickets to see Mary Poppins, and the only available matinee was ALSO MY BIRTHDAY and that is fortuitous. So that's how we spent our afternoon.

IT WAS SO LONG. It was almost three hours, which is actually shorter than the movie, which we watched in preparation (we also read the novel, which is also long). There was so much dancing and whimsy, however, that we didn't mind the length. Eleanor's favorite part was when a statue came alive and started dancing. My favorite part is when Eleanor tried on my shoes after we got home.

We got home in time to kiss Joel goodbye (he leaves tonight for a week) and pick Geneva up and head to Le Bon Temps, because it's my birthday and damned if I'm cooking for anybody. They didn't have the hush puppies we wanted but the poutine was just big enough for three girls.

Keep living your best life, Geneva.

(She puts these on indoors and goes I TAN'T SEE. I TAN'T SEEEEEE. and then whips them off and goes OH! Here are!)

Le Bon Temps is where Joel and I went the day before I had Geneva, and so the mud pie there was the last thing I ate before Geneva was born (because they don't let you eat in the morning before they cut you open). It was hellamazing and basically the reason I took the girls back there tonight, because I wanted one for my birthday.

Now all the girls are in bed and I've already crept in and snuck Geneva back into her sleep sack without waking her up (STOP TAKING OFF YOUR SLEEP SACK, GENEVA) and I haven't cleaned up a THING, which I know is going to make my life harder tomorrow but tomorrow's not my birthday. Now. Do I finish my trashy novel? Or do I watch Game of Thrones. Either way, I will round out this birthday by starfishing in the middle of my bed, with every pillow available to me. Come on in, 34. You're great. 

Friday, April 22, 2016


Eleanor just finished her gymnastics class, and I've been putting off going to the drop-in because I don't want Geneva getting ideas. Every Monday, Geneva's there in the toddler area, with her little chin on the railing, watching Eleanor. 'Neeva do it a dimnastics class.' And I didn't want her to fight me about having to stay in the waiting area, but class is over! So today I took them to drop-in and let them run wild.

And gymanstics has been wonderful for Eleanor, who is athletically inclined like I am athletically inclined. Which is not. Since the class started, she's been developing so much more physical awareness and started just, like, randomly climbing and jumping off of stuff.

And I'm not always paying attention to her class and I'm pretty far away in the toddler area so all of a sudden, she's like

and I'm like, OH HEY GOOD JOB.

Geneva's pretty game, but she's at that nervous age where she's just realized she can fall. THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGERS.

It's so fun, and so healthy, and so so so adorable.

Monday, April 18, 2016

Outsourcing my labor.

Eleanor read like four books to Geneva this morning. They were little books, ones she knew all the words to, and she sat Geneva on the couch and asked, Now what's this? (Sark!) That's right, you know it!

My work here is basically done.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

New things.

Josie invited us to come help clean up a local park this morning with some friends. I almost didn't go because Joel was working and then I have to keep an eye on both kids and then we did potluck lunch afterwards which means I have to bring something and then also assemble food for both my kids and then also feed myself and ughhhhh.

But I'm trying not to be lame about stuff like this and just go. So we went! And it was amazing! All the garbage gets buried in the snow, and then when spring hits, the parks are filthy, and it's super satisfying to clean up something that's super dirty. Eleanor ran around finding the BIGGEST PIECES OF GARBAGE SHE COULD FIND and also weaseling her way into briar-y patches that I was too big to get into.

And then both girls just ate their sandwiches like grown-up persons, and there were SO MANY ADULT BODIES around and also a handful of BIG KIDS and people just had eyes on other people's kids and it was just completely easy and fun, which was not what I was expecting.

Other areas in which I have been trying not to be lame: Joel and I had our anniversary date while his parents were here, and I was like Ooooh, let's go see Deadpool. But then Joel came home and is like, We are going to a Breakout Room for our date, and I'm like, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT IS but it sounds like effort.

IT WAS ALSO AMAZING. Apparently everyone but me has heard of these? But so we got locked in a room where a murder had been committed and the lights were out and we got little flashlights and there were clues everywhere, and we had to figure out the clues to unlock the boxes and the safes and the wardrobe (and a dead body fell out of the wardrobe and I SCREAMED) to get out of the room, and we only had an hour.

And my mother-in-law had done one before with a group, as a team-building exercise, and they didn't make it out of their room. And we had just the two of us! So I assumed we probably weren't going to finish but we DID and it was ENORMOUSLY SATISFYING and then we went to one of those Japanese restaurants where they chop and grill all your food in front of you and make a little volcano out of the onion, and we rehashed each of the puzzles and the codes and where we had gone wrong and how we would do better next time.

The older I get, the more introverted and resistant to change I get. I don't want to try new things, I like my current things. And when we first met, Josie told me that she would always invite me to things and that I should always feel free to say no, and that me saying 'no' wouldn't stop her from inviting me to things, and it was the MOST FREEING THING she could have said. And while winter is a time for treading safe paths, spring and it's nice weather and it's energy and light make me want to step out.

Monday, April 11, 2016

But now our house is empty.

We have been very busy. There have been houseguests. 

There have been sand castles. 

There have been slides.

There has been face painting. 

There has been playdough. 

There have been baked goods. 

We have had a week. 

Monday, March 28, 2016


We woke up from our sickness and it was time to start, like, painting ceramic eggs.

When they dried, we covered them in these jewelly stickers from my mom, and frankly I think they look amazing.

I found this foam egg decorating kit at the dollar store, and Geneva lasted for maybe two eggs (I BET YOU CAN GUESS WHICH ONES) but Eleanor got on a roll.

And then we strung them up and they actually look pretty good, too.

What else. This vinyl bunny that Eleanor drew like five faces onto, and then stuck the actual face stickers onto on top of the faces she drew, and then colored over the sticker faces.

Put bunny ears on my kids' toys, obviously.

Made our windows super festive.


And the 4H had their baby animals there, as per usual, and Geneva WOULD NOT HOLD A CHICK oh man that would have been adorable, nor would she pet the baby horse, but Eleanor did all the things, couldn't have stopped her holding a baby chick if you tried.

We went to an Easter egg hunt at the farmer's market, and you went to the lady and she gave you an egg and there was a clue in it and you figured out the clue, and our clue was 'donuts!' so we went to the donut lady and she gave us a donut for our prize.

SUPER GOOD PRIZE, the hunt was over super fast, we went to the park.

Stop insisting on that hat, Geneva, it is too big for you.

Joel worked a lot Easter weekend, so even with all the activities, we had a lot of time to kill. I cut some enormous eggs out of white posterboard and let the girls paint them.

Sunday was our, like, Day of Stuff day. Making some paska sponge!

Remember last year when Geneva was so lame and weepy and couldn't get her shit together well doo de doo just dissolving some sugar in milk, it's cool.

Then we dyed some eggs.

'Neeva do it!

I always want to buy, like, ten dying kits a year because they all look SO FUN but I reined myself in to just this 24k egg one, and you know it's not going to look like the picture, in no small part because your staff has like a combined age of five.

BUT LOOK AT THEM! From far away they actually look SHINY AND EXPENSIVE.

Dis one cracked.

It was semi-warm and very sunny so we went outside for like an HOUR.

Then we had eggs for lunch, added some things to our paska sponge, and then I hid eggs while the girls napped. One day when we live somewhere warmer, I might do the egg hunt outside but PROBS NOT because I really love hiding eggs in my kids' toys.

Anyway. Egg hunt. Eleanor was the finder and basket-holder, Geneva was the picker-upper and basket-putter-inner.

And then they cracked them all and I tell you this, anything you might think is a cool thing from the dollar store to put in your kid's Easter eggs, every body else including your kid's teacher and the prize people at 4H also thought was a cool thing to put in some Easter eggs. But whatever, like my kids mind having more of the exact same princess stickers.

Geneva doesn't totally understand chocolate.

Then we punched our paska down

and rolled it into balls

and let the balls rise and I ALWAYS FORGET how much time is involved in this part, and then baked them and glazed them and sprinkled them and had them for supper.

The end, happy Easter. I hope you had as much fun as Geneva had putting egg halves onto her foot and laughing about it because apparently that joke is a developmental milestone.