Zoom with Froom

My husband has political aspirations. Yeah, that guy in the picture.

Back in 1999, he ran for both city council and school board in Port Moody. And he ran with the slogan "Zoom with Froom into the New Millenium." What can I say? He was 26 and he hadn't met me yet.

He means well and he's got a good heart, but when the guy who runs his entire campaign based on homophobia gets more votes than you, you might want to call it a day. Or at least get more community volunteer experience before trying again.

We love you, Daddy.

Blocks

As Mary's vocabulary grows, we get great joy out of listening to her try really hard to enunciate new words. Blocks gets a really long rolling L, a throaty/gutteral CK sound, and a long hissing S. It's awesome.

Have I mentioned yet how much we're loving these toys? Mary goes back to play with them all day. Untreated wood has anti-bacterial qualities, you know there's no lead paint, and when the kids are done with them, they're not going to sit in a landfill for thousands of years. I hope they get passed on for decades.

Male Bonding

Scott got this awesome $200 MEC backpack at the Cloverdale Fair for $35 a few weeks back. Thomas didn't like being put in there, but he did enjoy bouncing along with Daddy on a walk to get a few groceries.

How often do you get down on the floor with your kids to play? We've found ourselves doing this more and more lately, and they love it. They crave that one on one interaction with us, and they deserve it. And they get so much out of it.

We do, too.

New Wood

Daddy came home bearing Mary's birthday presents from Grandpa and Grandma. Grandma chose very well. It's the train that matches Mary's fire truck AND a wagon with stacking alphabet blocks from the same line. She LOVES them. She kept calling us to "seat seat!" next to her on the floor to play together. We drive the train and make train noises, she drives the fire truck and makes siren noises. Or sometimes train noises, too, when she forgets. With the alphabet blocks, we're only allowed to spell her name.

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!

I Love Her

I've enjoyed the week, but it's been rough. I found this morning pretty overwhelming, actually. Mary was up at 5 and wouldn't go back to sleep in bed with me. I cried off and on, and she was pretty forgiving. I took too long to change her diaper and it soaked her nightie. She was fine with nudity. She sat watching her "Melmo."

There are no photos after this, because she saw I was crying and came to sit with me. She wouldn't let me type, or look at the computer. My arms had to be around her. It was her way of holding me. I love her.

Squash

What can I say? I didn't take a decent enough picture of the finished project to feature first.

SouleMama made a version of these squash wedges and inspired me to try. Really, really good.


What can I say? They were good. I started eating them long before I remembered to take a picture of the finished product.

Thomas LOVED them. Couldn't get enough. Stuffed his face. Mary screwed up her face and said "ew." Dorian threw his. There's no accounting for taste.

Dorian

Like I said, today I had some time with each kid individually. Big D here only gave one little cry when he woke from his nap, but the post-nap grumps lasted a bit longer.

But then I put on Elmo (or "Melmo" as Mary keeps calling him) and all was good.

And don't you think he looks like a Calvin Klein underwear model in the making? I think so.


He wasn't actually interested in his milk. But Susan was.


Then he saw the camera and thought he'd come visit. I like how his entire body seems to be in motion, except his eyes.


Finally, this is what Dorian's dad walked in on when he arrived to pick him up.


What can I say? Thomas was smeared with squash. Dorian put spaghetti in his hair. Mary didn't want to be left out.


Time to go, Dad!