I seem to recall the same thing happening last year. January and February pass with little to report. And this year is no different. While our winter has been mild, it has also been uneventful. We did finally manage to put our ski passes to use when February brought just enough snow to make our trips to the hill worthwhile. The kids have really gotten into it this year and Grant seems to thrive on the compliments from the older generation on his skiing ability. He returns a really quick "thank you" and carries on as though he's a boy with a mission. He's just playing cool. The three of us have also done quite a bit of skating so when they become teenage delinquents, they cannot blame it on lack of activity or attention from their mother. I can't take all the credit for the future delinquency though, Rob has joined us on a few occasions so I will have someone else to blame as well.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
These are a few of my favourite things...
Well, winter is slowly passing and that old saying about March coming in like a lion, blah, blah, blah is going through my head. Just though I'd share a few of my favourite photos since it's been a slow news month.
Photo (above): This is Grant and his little friend Olivia. Ashley's school held a Ceilidh (only in Eastern Canada do schools hold Ceilidhs) and these two did some dancing of their own. They are friends from preschool and will go to school together in September. I think they were arguing about who gets to lead. Trouble.
Photo (above): Wonder Grant. This is what happens when your mommy tinkers on the computer too much. Photo (above): There are only so many years left when you can have a bath with a bunch of your friends before it becomes just plain weird. Enjoy.
Photo (above): When the snow finally arrived, the boys were all ready for it.
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