Monday, July 25, 2011
Children's Museum
Lovely Summer
We go and hang out at various parks.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
And the winner is....
Sunday, July 17, 2011
17 days later...
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
A clever title?
- Yesterday was the obligatory "once a year, whether he needs it or not" shopping trip for my husband. He HATES shopping. This year, I managed to get him to shop in American Eagle (2 pairs of jeans!) and all the rest was Old Navy (where 98% of his clothes come from). Babysteps. Babysteps.
- I managed to sneak into lulu and bought myself a couple of tank tops. I am back into running and working out and I was tired of my plain black tops. I start another round of bootcamp this week and I'm excited to see my changes.
We could even recognize most of the numbers!
- This is a crazy week in our household. Well, mostly for me. School is done for the year, but with that comes year end reports (which are almost done). Then, foolishly, I agreed a long time ago to do two wedding cakes for this weekend - both are fairly complicated. This should be an interesting week!
- Can't wait for summer holidays. First on my list? Redoing our master bedroom! Second? Finishing off under the deck. Third? Finishing the office/bathroom downstairs. I love projects!And, just because I finally got a somewhat decent picture of my baby, I'm posting it.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The post in which I mock my past..
She had a mother who loved panelling on the walls, big glasses, and floral patterns on her couch, pillows and clothing.
That little girl, although she had an older sister and one would expect girlie hand-me-downs, was often seen running around in boy's clothing. Check out that hair! Oh and that TV! I am sure that was the latest and greatest model. Awesome!!
My love of cake was evident from very early on. I'm just pleased to be dressed like a girl (or a picnic table)! :D
This next photo is my mom's favourite photo of me as a child. Now I understand why Gavin insists on pulling his socks up to his knees - it's apparently a genetic trait.
And since we are on the topic of fashion-faux-pas... I think these matching outfits might double as lederhosen. (Sorry Jen - you had to know you might be dragged into this.)
And the matching outfits continued. Growing up, my sister usually got the purple and I got the pink version. McRaine - let these photos be a lesson to you. Dressing your girls the same once is okay, twice is allowed, but more than that - embarrassing!
And what childhood would be complete without an awkward family photo (no doubt taken at Woolworth) ? So many things I could say about this picture. My dress isn't even that bad, but Jen? Woah. Is it any wonder you don't like dresses?? And Ryan's expression is priceless.
I've always been a bookworm. I loved to read and write. However, in this photo, I'd like you to just concentrate on this hairdo. My mom wasn't great at braiding, so 90% of the time my hair just had a whole bunch of ponytail holders. Yep - the hair is getting longer in every photo. It gets better, don't you worry. I will not disappoint.
Another sibling family photo, this time including our beloved popples. Now check out this hair. See those waves? That's what happens when you remove the above mentioned ponytail holders. Beautiful, cascading hair, higlighted gracefully with a ginormous bow right smack dab on the top of my head.
And the hair continued to grow. By now, you can tell we are entering the late 80s, early 90s. The padded headband, side part, black and pink spandex shorts and the shirt proudly declaring "Jamaica" even though I've never been there. (Please note - didn't even comment on the sunglasses - you know you had a pair.)
The following photo will forever haunt my dreams. Seriously - so many things going on in this photo. It's like a magic eye image. The longer you stare at it, the more you see. Let's start at the top, shall we? The padded head band, permed bangs and straight hair. The glasses (my mom always stressed that the top of the frames had to be level with your eyebrows). Oh, and let's not forget the pink sweatshirt with the kitten on it. If you look closely, you'll see that the kitty is perched in a mailbox. How adorable!
Seriously though - I think this was grade 7. What on earth did the rest of my wardrobe look like if the pink kitty shirt was the BEST choice to wear for picture day!?
By now, you can see that I've fully embraced the perm. No longer was I just perming my bangs for a little extra volume. Now it was a full on spiral perm. And, if you look closely, I'm finally wearing makeup. Nothing makes you prettier than some bright pink blush and blue eyeshadow!Dear lady at Superstore with a lack of personal space,
I get that you think I'm a terrible mom because my son was screaming. I realize it might have annoyed you. I understand that you think you are some kind of baby-whisperer who can soothe all crying toddlers. I heard you all three times you told me that your son would never dream of throwing a fit in the store. I saw the looks of judgement that you cast upon me.
HOWEVER, having a stranger all up in my son's face will not get him to stop screaming. He doesn't like being sang to by random people. He wasn't calming down because of your voice.
He was learning a life lesson - that mama means it when she tells him to sit in the cart. Unfortunately, because I had to pick him up and snuggle him because he was afraid of you, reinforced his way of thinking that screaming equals getting what he wants.
Love, the "bad" mama