hugh & arlo

It was bound to happen...

2011-01-31T09:06:00.002-05:00

A new winter fashion accessory... xo
PostScript :: Again...with the window.

Project Runway

2011-01-27T21:11:00.002-05:00

Arlo's Winter Fashion Indoor Leisure Wear ::
1. Pajamas - all day, nearly all the time.
2. Barefoot in too big boots - all day, not all the time because somebody mysteriously removes said footwear during nap time which is a blessing as those stinky dogs need a good two hours of air out time.
3. Giant Yellow Mittens - all day, all the time except when Arlo is eating or trying to pick up a pair of car keys.
And there you have it - he's no sartorialist, but he sure is stinkin' cute.

xo

PostScript :: Seriously, what is going on outside that window?

Friday Fun

2011-01-14T22:05:00.002-05:00

Who Said Dollhouses Were Just For Girls?

2011-01-11T20:32:00.002-05:00

Okay. Probably no one actually said dollhouses were just for girls...but anyway, let's pretend somebody really important did...because tonight we proved them wrong! With some help from our scissors, painter's tape and empty toy boxes - we designed a little palace that we like to call - Transformer Headquarters. {But when you say Transformer Headquarters it's important to say it in a deep, robotic voice - and then maybe add a dun dun dunnnnn at the end.}

PostScript :: Notice the plates and cups. That was my decorating touch...A special thanks to Hugh for indulging his dollhouse-mama on this project.

12 hours later...

2011-01-08T09:43:00.004-05:00

And so it's a helicopter. Next level please...
xo

I am no 5 year old.

2011-01-07T21:28:00.011-05:00

While Hugh & Arlo were taking care of dinner...I was taking care to not throw this thing across the room.What is this thing? I don't know. Okay, I sort of know. It's a Level 4 Transformer. Which means it's REALLY HARD. Like ages 5 and up hard.

Here's the bit where I make a wee confession - you see, I got a bit braggy about my Transformer skills. I whizzed through Level 1 {where there is absolutely no transforming involved...you simply flip the car over to produce a robot/autobot which has been cleverly painted on the underside}. I skipped to the lou my darling on Level 2 {which I think I had to twist a head around to transform it into a robot}. I coughed a little during Level 3 {Okay, Level 3 was tricky. Lots of transforming and clever thinking involved...tricky indeed, but I started to get kind of good...a little braggy, perhaps...and then just plain foolish when I challenged everyone to a 1,2,3 Level 4 Transformer War!!!}.

Level 4. It's not going well. And my hands hurt. The worst part is I don't even remember what I'm supposed to turn it in to. Is it a plane? Helicopter? Motorcycle? Part after part keep falling in my cramped hands. Every twist I make seems to produce a more distorted version of the last twist. It's unbelievable. Like only the kind of unbelievable-ness created by toys for Ages 5 and up.

You know, it's times like these when I reflect upon the days of playing Builder. Come to think of it, playing the role of the two dimensional bulldozer was really rewarding. As in ages 4 and up rewarding.
xo

Aunt Peg Reporting For Duty

2011-01-04T22:17:00.006-05:00

Arlo, are you excited?Hugh, are you excited?Hooray! We are so very, very excited (or as Hugh says 'Super Stoked'. I taught him that one when I was going through my I-wish-we-were-a-family-of-surfers phase. Super Stoked hung on...Hang Loose did not.) Yes indeed-y. The most excited we have probably ever, ever been. Yesterday, a wee one came into this world. His name is Max. He has a lot of hair. His Uncle Jamie Daddy is a Super Hero. And he is Hugh & Arlo's real live 7lb 14oz cousin. We love him like a crazy short robe. We want to squeeze him. Don't we boys? We are super stoked.
xo

Confession :: I'm still going through my I-wish-we-were-a-family-of-surfers phase.

New Year's Day & The Flourless Chocolate Cake

2011-01-01T21:16:00.011-05:00

Tonight we hosted our 2nd annual New Year's Day dinner celebration. I took a chance and omitted the traditional dish of good luck - Ham and Black Eyed Peas. Partly because nobody believes in my ritual and partly because I so desperately wanted to eat Butter Chicken. As I was buzzing around the kitchen melting butter, sauteing garlic and pinching spices...I had a brilliant idea - Share Butter Chicken Recipe With All - Even the pickiest palates will devour bite after bite of this delicious meal. It is bound to go down in your history cookbooks as Fave. Meal. Ever. And in my excitement of recipe sharing...I even thought of an adaptation for vegetarians - leave out the chicken!!! ah-HA. Simply perfect for all. Even for the children.

Just as I was twisting my arm around to pat myself on the back and imagining the millions of comments praising the simplicity yet gourmet sensibility of our beloved recipe, our dinner guests arrived....with competition - Flourless Chocolate Cake.Butter Chicken Who? aka. Flourless Chocolate Cake Recipe -
6 Tbsp unsalted butter + butter for greasing pan
1 1/2 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
6 large egg yolks
6 large egg whites
1/2 cup sugar

Set oven to 275F. Place rack in centre. Butter bottom and sides of a springform pan. Place butter and chocolate chips in bowl - microwave in 30 second increments until melted (about 3 times). Whisk in yolks.
Beat egg whites to soft peaks. Gradually add sugar. Beat until thick and glossy.
Whisk 1/4 of egg whites into chocolate chips gently. Then pat chocolate mixture into the whites.
Pour into pan.
Bake until cake pulls away from sides about 45-50 minutes. Let cool then remove from pan.

So Long 2010

2010-12-31T20:29:00.005-05:00

The last day of 2010 went like this ::
1. Good morning. Let's eat pancake and sausages.
2. Wait. Mummy needs another cup of coffee.
3. Hold on guys. One more cup of coffee here...
4. Just the two of us? Why yes, Hugh. I would love to go on a date with you to your best restaurant. 4. Arlo gets a haircut by our in-house stylist...Daddy. I collapse from cuteness overload.5. Honk-shoo. Honk-shoo. {after root beer date snooze}
6. Play. Play. Play.
7. Let's get gussied up - time for celebration.
8. If you get dressed I will be the happiest Mummy in the whole world.
9. For the love of everything good in us...GET DRESSED!
10. Fine, I'm leaving without you.
11. I'm selling you to the gypsies.
12. Fake knock at the door.
13. The gypsies are here.
14. Dressed.
15. In the car.
16. Eat fancy pizza and drink Shirley temples.
17. Take last family photo of 2010 - Ah, blurry...perfect, that's our signature family photo look. 18. And finally on the last day of 2010, we deliver one big fat kiss to YOU! Happy New Year's Eve. Smooooch!19. Goodnight.
20. So long 2010.
xo

Brotherly Shove Love

2010-12-30T12:03:00.013-05:00

Part I
Me? I remember only love and kindness from my older brother. Sure he liked to tease me...but for all who know me...let's face it, I am a teaser's dream come true. So perhaps I withstood a few verbal punches from time to time...but the physical stuff...like shoving or say sending my bottom tooth through my lip - from my brother, it just didn't happen.

Which brings me to two brothers called Hugh & Arlo. They are a lovely duo. Truly. But as of late, Hugh has taken the pleasure in pushing Arlo down...hard. Hugh's brotherly shove is oddly not a malicious act, more like something created out of boredom...excitement...or curiosity. Whatever the reasoning, I find it desperately unacceptable. It touches on sibling territory unfamiliar to me. And therefore, I find myself at a loss...a complete and utter loss.

Part II

Did I know a tooth could go through a lip? No. In fact when I've heard stories of such an incident, I thought it was an exaggeration. Like, 'Oh yeah, he fell so hard his tooth went through his lip'. In other words, blood...lots of blood.

Yesterday, Hugh performed the classic boredom shove. Arlo fell hard. I scooped him up and noticed immediately his chin folded as a chin should not be. I gently relieved the crease and there with my very own eyes saw the tip of a tiny tooth poking through his...not lip, exactly... the location right between the lip and the chin. Um, I'm pretty sure that area is called the Chip. My first thought was, Wow...a tooth really CAN go through the chip. And then I don't remember exactly the panic thoughts following - perhpas it went something like, 'We need ice. There's a hole. Emergency room. Why? Why? Why the shove? There's a hole. An actual hole. E.R. Blood. Hole. Tooth. Chip'.

A short time later we took a breath, stopped the bleeding and iced the chip.

Part III

Hugh loves Arlo. Arlo loves Hugh. Their brotherly bonding? love? will be an ongoing learning process for me. I suppose my first lesson is to accept the falls as much as I embrace the recoveries. But seriously, can't we all just get along?

That's French for After Christmas

2010-12-27T14:01:00.005-05:00

Merry Apres-Christmas!

We just said goodbye to Nana and Grandaddy and I only cried a ton on the inside. To cheer myself up, I ate some cookie dough, four mini-cheesecakes {which brings my grand total to 36 this holiday} and lastly, I decided to dismantle all signs of Christmas. We have had such a good time dancing and jingling to holiday music, touching only the most breakable ornaments on the tree and counting down the days to every one's arrival...but now it's time to embrace the aftermath. Ahh...peace, quiet and time for another mini-cheesecake.

Merry Apres-Christmas - Love, Hugh & Arlo and their Mummy & Daddy. And love from Arlo's shopping cart and phone. And Hugh's bat-cycle and transformers. And the 8 7 remaining mini-cheesecakes.

xo

Why Did I Buy Arlo That Hat?

2010-11-30T10:43:00.006-05:00

Because I love Uncle Buck...and Arlo too. That's why.
xo

The Blind Leading The Blind

2010-11-29T12:39:00.005-05:00

Standing next to each other at the top of our muddy, snowy big hill, I said 'Son, I am the worst skier I have ever met. And therefore I have only one bit of advice : Good Luck.'Thankfully, he takes after his father. Whoooooosh!!!!!!
xo

Holiday Decorating 101

2010-11-21T20:43:00.005-05:00

Oh sure, we know what you are thinking. How are they so clever to build such a BEAUTIFUL, PROFESSIONAL and EXQUISITE gingerbread house? And how did they arrange the gum drops in such careful suspending clumps from the roof? And yes, to answer your next question...that is indeed Frosty the Snowman who has clearly met his fate at our front door.
Don't be jealous. We can't help our Holiday decorating abilities...it just comes naturally.
xo

Empty.

2010-11-15T19:27:00.011-05:00

'The Memory Card Is Full...AGAIN!' , reminds David as he tries to capture a photo-op. It's annoying...not David's reminder...but my apparent inability to let go of photographs. I hold on to them...big time...all of them. Blurry or beautiful, they sit side-by-side one another in the Land of Memory Card waiting to be moved, copied, printed or dare I say, deleted. Ugh...annoying. So tonight with Hugh & Arlo in bed early, I took full advantage of moving, copying, printing, deleting AND SHARING a few with you. And in pure-Peg-dramatic style, I am calling these shots - Hugh & Arlo : The Never Before Seen Footage. No, no...how about - Hugh & Arlo : The Lost Ones. Hugh & Arlo : The Outtakes? Hugh & Arlo : Behind The Music? Oh forget it...

{Officer Arlo "Ponch" Poncherello - CHiPs - Canada Highway Patrol}

{Ahhh...Nature. Rock. Sun. Sky. Salt & Vinegar Chips - Arlo and the good life.}What?...nothing to see here...just a typical night in our home...painting, art-ing...whatever...same old same...WooHooooo!

Ahh...like the gas tank in our car, the memory card is empty.
xo

Nothing Short of...Two Miracles.

2010-11-12T19:07:00.012-05:00

Miracle One.

Silence in the house. (although a miracle in itself...not the One.}
1 minute. 3 minutes. 5 minutes.
Silence.
"Hugh?"
Silence. Panic.
"Hugh? Huuu-ggghhhh?!? Where are you? What's going on?"
Silence.
I sped down the stairs...slid around the corner at top-dog-sock-sliding speed and practically blinded by the divine light streaming through the window, I came face to face with Miracle Numero Uno. {You know, there is hardly any other saying that I like more than Numero Uno. I wish everything, everyone, everyday could be Numero Uno.} There he was, sitting quietly at the table creating, drawing, art-ing. Right there. In the divine light. There was no bribing involved. No craft-begging. No wrestling to the ground shoving a broken crayon in his hand. {Okay. That one never happened. Unless having visions of it happening count.} Of his own accord, he had found his well stocked art box and his dusty sketchbook. I didn't know what to do. So, I held my breath and froze like a statue for I was just sure that even the slightest bit of movement might offset my Hughblo Picasso.
Silence.
My camera was within arms reach. Should I? Would I? Could I grab it and click it without disruption? Yep. I should, would and could.
I don't know why, but something resonated with Hugh on this day...perhaps it's his new fascination with Superheroes. After all they are so beautifully graphic...full of colour and expression. Or maybe he just decided after 4 years of living on Earth, it was time to draw. And because I am SO NOT GOING TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS ...ahem... perhaps I should wait a little while before informing Hugh....that I just signed him up for this.

Miracle Two.

This one speaks for itself.
xo

Superhero Moment?

2010-11-04T21:09:00.004-04:00

Two days ago Arlo and I were visiting our friend Anna. Everything was as it should have been. Afternoon light was streaming through the window. Anna and I were discussing her artwork...perhaps we were also eating grapes...the purple variety...when all of a sudden Anna gasped. I spun around, following her panicked eyes only to meet a teak cupboard falling on top of Arlo. I leaped to my feet, dove and threw the cupboard...oh, about 5 feet...away from Arlo. Although glass shattered on and all around him...he wasn't crushed {or cut}. I remember thinking to myself...in that kind of slow-motion-before-catastrophe-hits kind of way, "Wow, I totally just threw Anna's furniture". After inspecting Arlo and talking about the statistics of deaths to children due to furniture...Anna attempted to lift the cupboard back on to its feet. She couldn't do it. "Do you need some help?" I offered. Anna had watched me throw the cupboard across the room. It seemed practically insane...impossible...that she would need any help at all lifting this seemingly weightless cupboard. Regardless, I gave her a hand...make that two hands...and with a whole lot of effort...the two of us managed to set it upright again.
Superhero moment?Last night while teaching a knitting class, fruit flies were abundant. Everyone was swatting, clapping and flicking the annoying creatures out of their sight. However with all their efforts, no one actually made contact. Finally, I joined in on the fruit fly hunt. It seemed too easy...too easy indeed...but every time I made a swat, a clap or a flick...the fruit fly would fall lifelessly to the table. "How are you doing it?" my students asked. "Everyone knows fruit flies are virtually impossible to kill."
Superhero moment?Tonight we bought a new, old car. It's a lovely beast. Full of tank-like materials...as well as heated seats and robot arm cup holders. Hugh was so excited to check out every single nook and cranny of our new, old car. I enjoyed watching him. As the sun began to set, I beckoned him to come inside. Just as I was stepping onto our porch, I heard him scream. I spun around and immediately identified the ol' fingers shut in the car door mishap. I ran over...opened the door...freed his throbbing fingers and held him tightly. After a few popsicles...ice packs...tylenol...physical and mental therapy...popsicles...ice cream...physical and mental therapy, he asked, "Where were you? Why did you let this happen? YOU should have been there to make sure the car door didn't slam on my fingers?"
Silence.I. Wish. I. Were. A. Superhero.
xo

*A special thanks to Arlo for playing the role of superhero for tonight's post.

Channelling Mr. Chaplin

2010-10-31T23:31:00.003-04:00

Happy Halloween.Fin.
xo

PostScript - And let us not forget our very own, very strong Spidey-delicious-man!

Apples on a Stick :: Friday Fun

2010-10-22T21:19:00.012-04:00

{googly eye alert. googly eye alert. googly eye alert. googly eye alert. googly eye alert}
Apples on A Stick enjoyed plain or fancy...proving once again that our fancy Friday's are plain FUN!
xo

Growing.

2010-10-21T20:28:00.005-04:00

There is seriously a lot to catch up on...but first....may I introduce to you my new friend ::
First name, Pony. Last name, Tail.Hugh and Arlo aren't the only ones growing...so is my hair. Short as short can be for years and now after nearly one year of patience that only one who has ever tried growing out their hair could understand...my new pal Pony Tail signifies more than friendship, it is an accomplishment...a goal...a miracle.
Ahem. On another note...wet colourful leaves are among us and so are the flickering candles of newly carved Jack '0 Lanterns. Hugh's creation front and center...And finally...I did something that I thought I would never, ever, no way, not in a million gazillion years do as a mother. I, I, I caved. We bought Hugh a Halloween costume. We did and I can't believe it. You see, Hugh has wanted to go as Spider-man for ages now...and although I am sure I could create some sort of {abstract} super-hero costume for him...it wouldn't be the same. So, after much thought {as in, 'Don't be so selfish Peg...buy the poor kid a normal Halloween costume!'}, David and I took him shopping. When Hugh picked out the one with built in muscles...well, who can compete with that? Somehow it made everything feel okay. So without further adieu ::Spider-man...really, really strong Spider-man.
Now Arlo...well that's another story. You're just going to have to wait for his mama-made Halloween MASTERPIECE!!!!!!! Boo-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa.
xo

Awesome Fun.

2010-10-09T21:41:00.008-04:00

Sometimes the weekend is fun. And sometimes the weekend is funner than fun. {Okay. Who made the rule declaring 'funner' not a word? Shame on them. Clearly they must not have had 'funner' than fun. Because had they, well then...they'd know that 'more fun' just sounds boring. I'm sick of not being able to use 'funner' freely...sick, I say...sick. But for the sake of pleasing the grammar gods...Hi Nana...I will try to remain grammatically respectful. Ugh. That's not funner. Not funner at all...}
Wait, what was I saying?Oh yes...we went to a farm today. And it was fun...funner than fun! Awesome fun.
xo

Kenny's Car Is Now Arlo's Car

2010-10-04T22:05:00.014-04:00

Every morning as we are piling in the wagon to make our way to Hugh's school we see *Dennis and his companion, *Kenny walking down the street. We usually exchange a 'Hello'. {Although that's been a little awkward ever since Hugh told Dennis that Kenny may not poop in our yard. Did I mention Kenny is a dog? Did I mention Kenny and Dennis kind of look alike?}
This morning Dennis greeted us with the news that Kenny was at long last ready to part with his yellow and orange plastic car. Daily, we see Kenny's car carefully parked in front of their house which sparks great discussions between Hugh and I:

'Why does Kenny have a car?'

'Good question Hugh.'

'Do you think he drives it? Takes it on trips? Does he sleep in it? Why is it orange? Where is Kenny? Why does he always poop in our yard? Do you think he poops in the car? Where is Dennis? Why does the car have a yellow roof? Can the Flash run faster than Superman? '

'All good questions Hugh.'

After Dennis offered Kenny's car, we hardly hesitated to pick it up. Between you and me, Kenny seemed a little miffed about the whole thing...but Arlo gave him a gentle push with his foot...encouraging Kenny to move outta the way....because my friends, there's a new driver in town...vroom....
vroom...beep, beep...CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!*None of the names have been changed in this story. Sorry Dennis and Kenny. Your names are just too perfect to alter.
xo

We Love Friday Fun

2010-10-01T21:04:00.009-04:00

When I think back to the warm evenings of my childhood, I remember running, laughing and playing with our neighbourhood friends. The age range of kids must have spread from 4 to 14 years old. And although it would be expected that such a vastness in years would separate, it was the clear commonality of neighbourhood to which brought us together. I worry sometimes in this day and age, the neighbourhood 'family' is a dying one. And so that is why...this summer, we invented - Friday Fun. Every Friday evening, we open our backyard to our neighbours. The only rules - Run. Laugh. Play. And most importantly HAVE FUN. A couple of months ago, our first Friday Fun consisted of one guest...as of tonight we welcomed 18 {Ages 1 - 14}!!! Nothing makes us smile bigger than hearing our very own neighbourhood family scream, 'We love Friday Funnnnn!!!!' Vive la neighbourhood.
xo

Street Fair :: Arlo Meets Fair Food

2010-09-26T21:50:00.010-04:00

Street Fair :: Arlo Meets Fair Food

The day following the Carousel meeting, we attended another fair. The street variety, to be specific. It wasn't long until Arlo's mind was completely washed clear of the spinny-blinking-light-clatter-clatter-thingy, because his heart {and arteries..eeks} discovered a new love :: Street Fair Food. {As it turns out, you can't spell wAteRmeLOn without Arlo}He was all business...sausage and watermelon and cookie and pie business. Did he notice the giant caterpillar leading up to the sky? No he did not. Did he find the face painting of interest? No he did not. Did he want to boogie with the break dancers? No he did not. However, he did take one break...because our Arlo is never above taking breaks...he discovered a cardboard cut out of Captain Hook's face. With a half eaten sausage gripped in his hand, Arlo had a big fair-food-filled belly laugh peeking through the hole.And then it was back to perusing the food booths...looking and chewing and looking and chewing...ah, Street Fair Food + Arlo = True Dreamy Love.

Arlo Meets Carousal

2010-09-24T21:22:00.015-04:00

Fall Fair :: Arlo Meets Carousal
It was love at first sight. Who could blame Arlo. Tantalized by her bright colours. Entranced by her glowy lights. As she spun around and around Arlo's blinking eyes kept perfect time with her clangety-clang music. Her name was Carousal. And Arlo realized one thing, you can't spell Carousal without Arlo. It was meant to be. Meant to be.
'MUMBA!!!!' Arlo screamed and pointed.
Allow me to translate - 'Mother. Come quickly. You must, you simply must take me to her beautiful horses!'
He picked an ivory horse with peeling pant. Perhaps the horse was once white...or blue...or pink. No matter, Arlo thought it was covered in character. He felt a comforting mix of confidence and contentment.

Until...Until...Carousel made one fatal mistake. She began to move. No longer were lights dazzling. Her music was more clatter than clang. Arlo's betrayed eyes began to prickle. His mouth turned south. Had he been able to loosen his grip for one second, he would have signed, 'All done'. I lifted him off his horse and carefully made our way to safety - the bench. Together, we waited out the ride. At last Carousal and her wild ways stopped. We made our way to the exit, where we stood admiring the bravery of Hugh and the beauty of Carousal from...afar.xo

Picture Page

2010-09-23T21:20:00.003-04:00

My name is Hugh's mummy.
And I wish I could draw as fabulous as Hugh...
xo

Leader :: Part 2

2010-09-22T22:46:00.003-04:00

Hugh was ready for school earlier than anyone should be ready for anything. He knew the day belonged to him.
'So have you decided what you are bringing?' I asked.
He pulled out the official show-and-tell bag. I know, I know...I forgot to tell you about 'the bag'. Apparently the leader is granted the show-and-tell bag to stuff with all their show-and-tell goodness. Here's how Hugh explained it,
'Mom!! It's the giant polka dot show-and-tell bag! YOU KNOW! FOR THE LEADER!'Well, I didn't know. Because I wasn't as lucky as Hugh to have a giant polka dot show-and-tell bag...but anyway,
After seconds of sweaty decisions, Hugh finally decided to bring his beloved logger truck. Was it a hit? You betcha. Here's how he told me he described it to the class,
'Well, I brought my logger truck. It has stabilizers and a claw. And it can grab really big logs. Everyone plays with toys in the summer.'
Huh? He lost me on the last part...he also told me that EVERYONE wanted it.
'Even Beatrice?' I asked.
"Oh, you mean the King of Bees?" he replied.
Huh?
xo

His name is Hugh

2010-09-21T22:01:00.006-04:00

Introducing the new leader ::
Hugh has been waiting for this moment ever since his teacher mentioned the word :: Leader. The significance of being appointed leader is HUGE. You see my friends, leader may represent many things...but for Hugh it signifies only these three special words - Show. And. Tell. Nobody else will have this special privilege tomorrow...just the leader. Solo show-and-tell-o. To this day, the very thought of show-and-tell still makes me giddy. I actually remember the time when Jackie Younge, my preschool classmate, brought in air for show-and-tell. Air, I tell you. She reached into her yellow raincoat pocket and pulled out a fist full of air. We were confused. Disappointed. And oh so completely intrigued. She was a savant, that Jackie Younge, a show-and-tell savant.
So what will our mighty leader bring tomorrow? Folks, he is asking himself the very same question. And the answer changes every 2.4 seconds. Bobcat...no, no...logging truck...no, construction sign...no, bobcat...no,logging truck...
Stay tuned...
xo

Just A Couple of Johnny Appleseeds

2010-09-18T18:37:00.004-04:00

The Lord is good to me...
And so I thank the Lord...
For giving me the things I need...
The sun and the rain and the apple seed...
The Lord's been good to me...
JOHNNY APPLESEED!
xo

Mummy's First Day

2010-09-17T21:53:00.003-04:00

Feeling very inspired by Hugh's enthusiasm for kindergarten, I adopted the same go get'em attitude as I seriously nearly fell down the porch steps on my way to the first day of my new job. It was a great day and I only missed my munchkins 4,981 times. WooHoo...here's to firsts!xo

47 to go

2010-09-16T21:06:00.002-04:00

Goggles, yes. Goggles worn upside down, yes please. Summer Lovin' Had Me a Blast
xo

Looking For Fall

2010-09-15T19:31:00.003-04:00

Today we took a trek through the woods searching for fall. Some of us took this fall expedition quite literally.... while others basked in the warmth from the lingering summer sun....Fall, we know you're out there somewhere. And we look forward to your visit.
xo

Pop-Up Shop

2010-09-14T21:39:00.003-04:00

In Arlo language, shoe = hat. He points out hat a gazillion and one times a day. By now you know how we roll around here...so in order to honour Arlo's new interest in hat , we made him wear one. Oh, and we also celebrated by opening {and then closing} his first ever pop-up shop :: Arlo's Hat Store - Home of the Finest Shoes. Although he was only in business for 10 minutes, he miraculously sold one hat to a two footed customer. Heck of a salesman...well done, Arlo.xo

Second Day

2010-09-13T09:33:00.006-04:00

Oh sure, everyone knows the importance of the first day of school. But what about poor ol' Mr. Second Day. It gets nothing. All the hoopla and snapshots are tucked away by the time he arrives. So this morning, in recognition of the second day of school I whipped out my camera just as a plaid clad blur was tearing out the front door, practically tumbling down the porch steps, running as fast as his legs could carry him to greet the very one that I so foolishly thought was overlooked...jolly ol' Mr. Second Day.xo

48 to go

2010-09-12T21:07:00.004-04:00

Summer Lovin' Had Me A Blast is moving right along...faster than I was planning...but how could I not share this little piece of Arlo with you right away. RIGHT. AWAY. Honestly, how did he fall in love with a door that matched his outfit so perfectly? Guess he's just that clever.
Arlo, Arlo
Oh so keen
Arlo, Arlo
Our green door lovin' machine.
xo

Mighty Machines

2010-09-11T22:38:00.004-04:00

It's that time of the year when Hugh & Arlo reunite with their friends, The Mighty Machines. This afternoon, we gave our very best greetings and salutations to our pals Excavator, Front-end Loader, Dump Truck, Tow Truck, Garbage Truck, Giant Forklift, Crane...and many more.At last year's event Arlo was wee...but this year he's not so wee...and oh-so very, very keen. Practically unstoppable, our Arlo. He took it all in with exactly the right amount of enthusiasm a younger brother of a builder should. From resting in giant back hoe scoops to popping squats next to Hugh on machine tops....he successfully solidified the brotherhood of building. Like I said, unstoppable!{Please take a moment to study the ankle fat spilling out above Arlo's right {our right, that is} shoe...I think I just squealed! Love it!}
xo

49 to go

2010-09-10T10:40:00.009-04:00

After it was all said and done, we concluded that 50 days of our summer was spent at the cottage. Therefore 50 days of summer floated by and we didn't share it with you. That's not cool. Not cool at all. You see, we love to share...don't we Hugh?...and so we've made a plan and we're calling it ::
Summer Lovin' Had Me A Blast or 50 Days of Summer. {Eeks. I can't decide.}
Although we will continue with current updates, every once in awhile...for a total of 5o times...we will sneak in a photo...memory...a few simple words to update on our days spent away from our dear blog.
Okay?
Let's kick this Summer-Lovin'-Had-Me-A-Blast-50-Days-of-Summer off right now.
Hugh, will you do us the honour?He learned to swim. Simply. Beautifully. Swimmingly.
xo

Children's Garden

2010-09-09T22:34:00.004-04:00

Mrs. Whaley was her name. And I loved her so. She was my kindergarten teacher who wore beautiful dresses. The blue one was my personal favourite.
Mrs. Macdonald is her name. And Hugh loves her so. She is his kindergarten teacher who will most likely wear beautiful blue dresses too.
It felt impossible to me that I was taking him to his first day of kindergarten this morning. I've driven by his school countless times, but I struggled to find it today. Wait, do I turn right here...no, no I better go straight...but going straight means I have to turn left which means traffic...
As I {kind of strangely} made my way there, I stole a few peeks of him sitting ever so calmly in the back seat.
"So don't worry about a thing!' I told him, 'Kindergarten totally rocks. It's so fun. Wow, you look so calm back there. And beautiful...I mean handsome. Everyone is going to love you. Just remember to listen and be polite. Oh, and grateful too. Wow. Kindergarten. I loved kindergarten. So fun. Yep. So much fun. I remember....'.
'Mom?', he stopped my babble with expert timing, 'If you shoot a gun, do you think the bullet can reach outer space?'.
As we arrived to the school he lined-up with up his new classmates {and Miles} and blew me a kiss. We watched his kiss float through the air as it made its way towards my cheek. He giggled. And so did I...Happy Kindergarten Hugh!
xo

Ball

2010-07-22T21:37:00.007-04:00

"Bah! BAH! BAH!!!", Arlo exclaims while walking chubbily {quit it spell check...that's a good word...i should know, i invented it} towards the ball I hold in my hands. I think that at that very moment I might melt into a giant puddle of mummy-mush. His excitement. Determination. Cubbily-ness. All of it put together in pure Arlo fashion as I witness him feasting on a football, race car ball, plastic ball, foam ball, soccer ball, nubby ball, dog ball...any bah, just as long as it's a bah fills me with hap-hap-happiness.Mush. I just m
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xo

The Cottage Mix

2010-07-21T21:59:00.013-04:00

You see, technology and cottage are not supposed to and therefore, do not mix. Memories of my brother wrapping aluminum foil around the antennas of our tiny black and white cottage television so that we could watch a fuzzy episode of Three's Company were all too near as I ~~patiently~~ awaited for our cottage computer to connect to this space. I'm not sure how long one is supposed to wait for cottage technology...certainly longer than the citified variety...but I just really didn't have it in me. Sorry for the hiccup in posts.
However, upon our arrival home and sifting through our photographs from last week, I have made an obvious discovery. Do you know what is the perfect cottage mix? A gin & tonic. No, no, no...well actually, yes...but no. The perfect partner, the most magical mix for cottage is family. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Uncles, Sons and Daughter unite...a family learning, laughing and loving at the cottage.
{Dream come true! Hugh does nails!}Although we are home now, in just a couple of days we will return where swimming lessons and running races await. I will give the ol' cottage technology another go...but if you don't hear from us in awhile, never fear...we'll be back.
xo

Good News. Hugh Is Finally Asleep!

2010-07-07T22:08:00.004-04:00

This was meant be an update about Grassman.About how we awoke this morning to find our pet breathing. I was sure to also inform how well he was walking. Maybe even...lucid. Perhaps I might also add how we gave him a new home filled with grass, lavender and basil leaves because upon further thought, our grasshopper prefers a menu shared by herbivores. And then most likely, my its-a-grasshopper-miracle-post would screech to a climatic end with Grassman's surprising demise....as I sadly detailed how Hugh accidentally dropped him...and may or may not have stepped on him too.

But this was not to be...because my focus tonight is not on our beloved grasshopper hopping in grass heaven. No. No. My mind is consumed by Hugh's unbelievable, impressive, almost admirable tactics for warding off bedtime. He should write a '101 Clever Reasons Not To Go To Bed...Ever' book. Or travel around the globe giving motivational 'Don't Sleep' speeches to an audience filled with children. However, when the panicked thought of, "He will never, never, never, never-ever fall asleep again!" enters in to our minds....we find him silently, diagonally and peacefully asleep. On the floor. xo

Family Pet

2010-07-06T21:57:00.004-04:00

Today a grasshopper hopped into the depths of our shallow green pool. Luckily Hugh was standing nearby. "It's a real rescue mission!" he shouted as he splashed and dunked the insect before lifting him gently onto the palm of his hand. Hugh decided the lawn would be the best place for a grasshopper to recover from a near drowning accident. Yes, grass. Grasshopper. Grass. Sounded logical to us. We watched over our new friend as he stood in the blades of recovery. Not that I am terribly pessimistic, but...well, I was pretty sure Grassman {his Hugh-given-name} was...well, sleeping...as in forever. But each gentle poke with a stick proved me wrong. It was then decided that Grassman needed some food to help him regain his strength. "What do grasshoppers eat?" Hugh asked. I didn't have a clue. Grass? No wait. Do they eat the grass or live in the grass? Insects? Bugs? Ants? Whoa. Are insects and bugs the same thing? What category does the ant fall in? Oh my gosh. What's wrong with me...I can't even answer this somewhat simple 4 year old question. I curse you art school! I took a deep breath and said "Grass, insects, bugs and ants." And so...we collected exactly, one ant, one rolly-polly bug {named by yours truly}, one insect-y looking thing and a pile of freshly picked grass. Although Grassman hasn't touched any of his food assortment {minus the grass which also is serving as his 'nest' on Hugh's window sill}, he is miraculously still alive. I have a feeling tomorrow we may be looking for a matchbox to bury our dear friend in...eeks, guess I am a pessimist...but for now, we'll call him our new family pet.

And resume...

2010-07-04T19:36:00.007-04:00

Ahem. It's been awhile.
Today I knocked the cobwebs off of this space and am very happy to return...afresh. Mostly my writing time comes after the boys are tucked away in dreamland...but as of late, one boy who we lovingly call Hugh, is on bedtime strike. The dreaded picketing begins at 7pm and ends around 11pm. It produces gentle growls from all involved leaving us completely and utterly spent.
I've missed my regular reflections here...it feels good to step in again all the while Hugh is striking away from the other room. Ah...Kid's Unions...the worst kind.
Hugh and Miles officially graduated from nursery school. Their grand exit involved an octopus costume and a very loudly rendition of Slippery Fish. The performance led me to believe that all graduations...big and small...should somehow include sea creatures as it really lends to the overall experience.Arlo has taken to carrying a suitcase just about everywhere we go. I think it's terribly stylish and couldn't be prouder. "Why is he carrying that?" a stranger will ask. "I don't know." I reply, "I think he's going somewhere...or selling something!" It's beautiful...very 1940's travelling salesman. We spent last week at the cottage where we ate freshly picked raspberries, sugar-snap peas {sorry Mrs. Scribbin's garden...surely you won't notice?}, homemade ice cream and all of Nana's home cooking! Although we are home now...in just a few short days...we will return to our summer oasis. And finally, Hugh and Arlo would like to send silent fireworks {the loud variety do not mix well with Hugh's ears} to all of our friends and family celebrating in the good ol' U.S. of A. It's good to back...now, go to bed Hugh!!!!!!!
xo

#1 Dad

2010-06-20T21:12:00.006-04:00

Hugh & Arlo know their daddy is Numero Uno because he...
:: tickles and wrestles
:: patiently builds lego
:: patiently steps on lego
:: patiently cleans up lego
:: reads really, really long bedtime stories
:: kisses scraped knees
:: pushes the swing higher, higher...highest.
:: appreciates hand-painted rocks
:: soothes worried thoughts {Read: soothes Mummy's worried thoughts}
:: tirelessly works
And although the list stretches to a-mile-reasons-high, there will always be one attribute of their father that takes the cake...literally.
From the hearts, eyes and stomachs of Hugh & Arlo, their daddy is Numero Uno because he...
:: Eats Cake for Breakfast...in bed!Nice try Arlo...

Happy Father's Day! We love you!!!

Guest Starring Miles

2010-06-19T12:31:00.035-04:00

4 years ago today, the gentlest of souls graced this world. And since then, our hearts are fuller, our days are brighter and our lives are richer. Happy Birthday Miles. Happy Birthday friend.

xo

Young Artists...and Hugh

2010-06-19T10:46:00.005-04:00

Lately, Hugh can be heard belting out these lyrics ::
'When I get older
I will be stronger
They'll call me flee-dom
Just like a ranger's bag
And then I'll get it back
then I'll get it back
Oooohhh'
It is a lovely little tune...and there's something about Hugh's rendition that really puts a big smile on our faces...
xo

Hungry

2010-06-18T09:07:00.002-04:00

While Arlo was soaking in the bath, he fell fast asleep. And now I have the biggest craving for a burrito. I haven't a clue why...xo

Holiday

2010-06-16T21:35:00.005-04:00

We have just ~~returned~~ recovered from a two day getaway at our dear cottage. We love a mini-holiday. Albeit a little exhausting, each minute bursts with joy and appreciation for the brief yet uninterrupted time spent together. This cottage visit was filled with boating, broom-ing, building, bocce-ing and of course, brotherly bonding. And when we ran out of activities beginning with the letter B, we packed our bags and headed home.

{Arlo found boating very relaxing...Zzzzzz}

Up

2010-06-11T20:46:00.005-04:00

This week, it was brought to Arlo's attention that there is a place where fluffy teapots are chased by even fluffier poodles. A vast space where the bluest of blues embrace the whitest of whites. An unbelievable world, that must be seen to be believed. Airplanes. Birds. Stars. Moon. Sun. And even lost balloons....all prevail in Arlo's newly discovered view. Arlo, meet Up. Up, meet Arlo.
xo

Best Medicine?

2010-06-08T21:17:00.004-04:00

After an all day stomach bug attack, we asked Hugh what would make him feel better.
Ginger Ale? No.
Toast? No.
Water? No.
Crackers? No.
Ginger Ale? No.
A Bath? No.
Soup? No.
Ginger Ale? No. No. No.
I flopped down on the bed next to him and sighed, "I give up.".
He thought. And thought. And thought. Until he triumphantly announced, "Ice Cream. That will do it.".
As the word... No! .... tried to make its way out of my mouth, I simply shut my lips and nodded my head, Yes. Not needing to convince Arlo, we tucked the boys in the stroller and leisurely landed in our favourite cure-all shop.And in case you were wondering, Hugh's ice cream cone has kindly not made a second apperance....yet.
xo

OPEN

2010-06-04T21:54:00.005-04:00

"Oh-oh-oh-puh-puh-puh-puh-en. En. En. Oh-puh-en? Open? Open, Mummy! OPEN!!! OPEN!"For us, this sign...on this building...will always be remembered as Hugh's first word ever read. His face filled with pride. His world opened with new possibilities. Today, watching Hugh unwrap the gift of reading, we are once again reminded how lucky we are to share in our child's discoveries.
Congratulations Hugh. We are so proud of you!
xo
Reading is nourishment.
~ Yann Martel

Cool Tricks

2010-06-02T21:04:00.002-04:00

The Walk. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. steps in a row. Really...is there anything more incredible than watching a baby take its first zombie-like steps. Yesterday Arlo couldn't walk. Today he can. Everything just changed...in our lives and in his. It's remarkable. It's beautiful. It's most definitely a cool...very cool trick!xo

Puddle Love

2010-06-01T21:43:00.006-04:00

Watching Arlo splash around in a tiny puddle yesterday, inspired us to give him a much bigger puddle today.Hello Beach.Goodbye Tiny Puddle.
xo

Mystery

2010-05-31T20:43:00.004-04:00

...Spotted on May 31, 2010 in Back Garden....

Was it the legendary baby swamp thing?Or the infamous hairy-legged monster baby?One thing we are sure of...it definitely was not the fabled hillbilly baby taking a dip in the ce-ment pond...while eating a snack.Nope...not here...didn't happen...couldn't have been...
xo

Saturday

2010-05-29T22:15:00.002-04:00

After dinner ::xo

Scoopers

2010-05-27T22:49:00.005-04:00

Arlo has fallen in love. As the sun began to make its descent behind city hall, Hugh, Cupid and I stood patiently in our favourite ice cream shop. The ice cream enchantress working behind the counter handed me Hugh's frozen yogurt feast first. Next, I reached for Arlo's cone. Swat. A chubby hand forcefully pushed mine away. With eyes locked on to the ice cream enchantress, he gently plucked his frozen treat out of her hands. The room fell silent. Without a blink, he grunted.
"I think he just asked you to marry him." I said.
"I do." she replied.
xo

Chop Chop

2010-05-27T22:30:00.004-04:00

My, my...I am diggin' Arlo's new do.
xo

Reunited

2010-05-26T21:26:00.007-04:00

Garden Blooming :: check.
Grass Growing :: check.
Sun Blistering :: check.
But something is missing...indeed....the back garden is looking way too tasteful. We feel like it needs something inflatable. Perhaps neon green. Something that draws the eye passed the flowering bee balm...around the fever few...and over the rock wall.
Hugh? Arlo? Any suggestions??
Yep, thought so...welcome back our tacky friend...welcome back.
xo

Cottage

2010-05-25T19:50:00.009-04:00

Well...we did it! Despite the fact we slip in the occasional 'eh' and know why people wear poppy pins in November...we are NOW officially Canadian because we celebrated the May 24 {pronounced :: May Two Four...you see, that also makes us Canadian because we know how to...as Hugh says, "talk Canadia"} weekend up at the cottage. Snuggled against thousands of motorists along Hwy 401, we wiggled our way to the place where the air is familiar, the water is cold and the only piece of clothing worth wearing is...
Hey Hugh, What's the only piece of clothing worth wearing?
Ah, thank you...I think.
We played the way May 24 players play. We ate the way May 24 eaters eat. We celebrated the opening of Cottage Season 2010 the way May 24 cottagers celebrate. And now...for you Uncle Jamie...the obligatory cottage shot :: xo

monster

2010-05-20T20:38:00.005-04:00

Today Hugh took on a monster's foot. Casually and naturally, he wore it as if it has always been a part of him. I felt it really shined during our visit to the greenhouse. At that point, I had already grown accustom to Hugh's new appendage. But for those catching a glance for the first time...well, I'd like to think they were a little scared.
"Is he REALLY part monster?"they would wonder,"And why is his other shoe on the wrong foot? What's going on here!!??!!"We paid no mind as we pulled our clumsy wagon through the rows of annuals, perennials and herbs. Hugh chose a celery, tarragon and nierembergia plant. One green thumb. One green foot. Perfection. xo

For David

2010-05-16T10:43:00.002-04:00

Because you are so handsome...xo

At last...The PARTY!!!!!

2010-05-15T21:02:00.009-04:00

We planned. We cut. We sewed. We planned. We baked. We anticipated. We were patient. We weren't patient. We drew. We cut. We sewed. We baked. We barely slept. We were crabby. We were patient. We weren't patient. We anticipated. We cut. We sewed. We barely slept. And then...and then...AND THEN...
WE CELEBRATED!!!!!!!!!!!!{Are you thinking why is there a dead deer on the jet? Silly you...that's not a deer, it's an okapi. Hugh's cake request :: A jet airplane with an okapi pilot and a rescue unit chasing it.}{Party Game! Pin the pilot...Hugh...on the plane!}{A gift from Miles...an honest to goodness safety harness. You know, to keep Hugh safe while on his construction jobs...}We love you Hugh!! Happy 4th Birthday Party At The Airport!
xo

Ears That Hear!

2010-05-10T22:53:00.005-04:00

We were well prepared for Arlo's surgical procedure.
* No eating or drinking after midnight.
* Hospital pre-op 7am.
* Operation 7:30am.
* Recovery one hour.
But what they failed to tell us
* World's most adorable pink-striped-jail pajamas 7:15amCongratulations Arlo! You are a brave and beautiful soul. And nobody can pull off pink stripes like you...nobody!
xo

Birthday Party 1 out of 3

2010-05-09T22:05:00.003-04:00

Let the celebrations begin! Three of them to be exact. We kicked off Hugh's 4th birthday bash with our Sunday family crowd who oh-so generously gave Hugh ::
One 'tough guy' Bike.One Pair of Roller SkatesOne Billion Bike Rides And One Zillion Smiles!!!!Thank you. Thank you Thank you!!!!
xo

PostScript:Hmm...do I smell a transportation theme?? Here's a small peek to what lays ahead for Hugh's party on Saturday!

Happy Mother's Day!

2010-05-09T14:51:00.012-04:00

"Hugh, will you write Mom on mummy's Mother's Day card?" David asked.
"I can't write Mom. I can't do B's. I'm sorry Dad." And off Hugh ran to crawl in bed with his Bob.
Happy Mother's Day!
xo

Mother's Day With My Muffin

2010-05-07T21:46:00.002-04:00

Hugh invited me to his nursery school in honour of Mother's Day. He made me muffins. Muffins, I tell ya. I love muffins...after all, he's MY muffin.We sat next to each other...in tiny chairs...and clinked our punch filled cups together. I told him I liked the rose standing in the vase. He agreed, adding "And guess what? It's PAPER!!!". To prove it, he took his sticky fingers and rubbed the petals until the paper rose sufficiently bloomed.

After our treat, he held my hand and led me over to a poster board that read: 'My Mom Is Special Because'. He stretched his arm up tall and proudly pointed to his response. My Mom Is Special Because She Gives Great Hugs. I love it. And as I always say, you can't spell Hugh without a Hug.Thank you Hugh for such a special morning. I love you and I love being your Mummy!
xo

Now He Knows...

2010-05-06T20:59:00.004-04:00

Because he didn't know trees could grow so tall...And plants could be so plenty.Because he didn't know bridges are useful...But mud is magical.Because he didn't know he could wander here or there...Or anywhere.xo

Cinco De Mayo

2010-05-05T21:10:00.007-04:00

My spanish at last year's Cinco De Mayo was at best, weak . However, this year...with a few Go Diego Go books under my belt, my language skills have improved...slightly . So without further adieu...Happy Cinco De Mayo Amigos!!! Al Rescate Amigos! Mision Compleda Amigos!
We couldn't celebrate Cinco De Mayo without the help of Senor Hank. His festive personality and nearly-authentic head-wear made our fiesta compleda! The boys gobbled down quesadillas and guacamole followed by a refreshing a glass of aqua. We attempted to sing some mexican celebratory tunes...but fell a little short. There's always next year...
Happy Cinco De Mayo Amigos!
xo
PostScript :: Thanks Diego. You really came through for this one!

Ear Ye, Ear Ye

2010-05-04T21:12:00.004-04:00

In just six short days, Arlo's clogged and sickly ears will finally feel relief.Operation Tubes :: May 10th.
Operation Rescue Remedy {for Mummy} :: May 10th
xo

Sunday

2010-05-02T21:28:00.005-04:00

After Dinner ::xo

Cool Down

2010-04-30T19:54:00.003-04:00

Hugh, Honnie and Sweedie made their first jump into sprinkler season on this hot afternoon. It's happening...a tiny peek into the sizzling days that lie ahead...and from this view, I'd have to say...it's going to be a whole lot of fun!xo

Good Day

2010-04-29T20:40:00.005-04:00

Once upon a time I measured a good day as...
"And I hit every green light on the way home."
"I turned on the radio and playing was my favourite song!"
"I opened the referigator and we had butter!"Once upon a child I measured a good day as...
"They ate 3 out of the 10 meals we made!"
"Yep. They both had great poops!!"
"I opened up the referigator and we had butter!"

Such a good day today...thanks Hugh & Arlo!
xo

Save Your Fork...

2010-04-27T19:40:00.004-04:00

Hugh had an idea. A most delicious, sweet and sticky idea.
"How about Ice Cream Pizza?" he suggested as our sweet-teeth were itching for afternoon inspiration. So we called on Hank who stood by as we made a giant cookie and smothered it in ice cream. Topped with a few thousand sprinkles, we had ourselves a slightly frightening yet impressive treat. Ice Cream Pizza.
xo

The Soloist

2010-04-26T21:11:00.003-04:00

This morning....accompanied by a real live pianist, Hugh performed a violin solo in front of a real live audience! Standing up on stage alone is surely brave enough...but to then hold a violin AND play it, is more than this proud mummy can possibly wrap her head around. Although I will never perm Hugh's hair or don him in false eyelashes {well...maybe I'll do that one}, I did feel a little stage mom-ish when the adjudicator handed him his first place ribbon.
"Woo-Hoo!!" I hollered, "We did it...er..YOU did it!"
Way to go Hugh! We are so proud of you!
Now what did I do with those those false eyelashes...and that red lipstick?
xo

Sunday

2010-04-25T21:11:00.002-04:00

After Dinner :: Hugh tidied up.xo

Saturday

2010-04-24T20:54:00.001-04:00

After Dinner :: Even the best superheros need a little boost from time to time...Thanks Ja'Mum.
xo

Happy Earth Day

2010-04-22T21:43:00.003-04:00

Dear Mummy Earth,
Today we give you thanks...
Hugh would like to thank you for Big Hill, Africa and baby bumblebees.
Arlo would like to thank you for sand...it tastes delicious.
Happy Earth Day!
xo

Scholarly

2010-04-21T21:24:00.007-04:00

Now that Arlo is One. He prefers the reading corner of the room. He can do his studies and write his memoirs. Sorry for interrupting, Arlo...you may resume.
xo

Farewell

2010-04-19T23:10:00.010-04:00

Do you know I get weepy every time my parents leave to go home? It's true. And perhaps a little pathetic. I might mention they live really far away...really...really far away. However, I thought teary farewells were saved for babies and young children. But when it's goodbye time around here, my stomach starts to hurt, my eyes begin to prickle and my heart races. I call it, The Waterworks.
"Don't do it Peg. Don't do it. Stay strong. For goodness sakes you're an adult. You're a mother. Come on...Don't do it!" I beg to myself as the tears begin streaming down my cheeks.I wonder if Hugh and Arlo will feel the same one day about me? Oh wait. Silly. I forgot. My plan is to live with them forever and ever and ever and ever!!! They'll LOVE that! I'll never leave. Ah...what a great idea.
xo

Happy 1st Birthday Arlo!

2010-04-15T20:33:00.007-04:00

Dearest Arlo,
Happy 365 days. Happy 12 months. Happy 1 year!
One year ago today, our midwife placed your toasty body into my arms. I held you tight and kissed your face. You were very sleepy and didn't open your eyes for about....two months. I didn't mind. I loved your calm nature. You were fat. You were happy. And after a few minutes passed by, I discovered you were delicious!
And now 365 days later, you have made your own delicious discovery...bacon. During your birthday breakfast, you left the gifts for Hugh to tend to while you watched and chewed on your salty new friend.You spent a peaceful afternoon...napping...eating...playing in the dirt...and gearing up for your cupcake fest in the evening. We called on friends and family to sing Happy Birthday to you really loudly...and this made you ever so pleased. Happy Birthday sweet, sweet Arlo. We love, love, love you!

A year of Arlo

Going Pro

2010-04-14T22:37:00.003-04:00

You see, something was missing on opening day on top of big hill.
Did you notice?
Uncle Jamie did!Two perfectly wrapped boxes arrived in the mail today. One for Hugh....the other for cousin Hank. We anxiously carried the presents to big hill for an unwrapping ceremony which lasted.... one second. Bits of wrapping paper flew in the wind. Their tiny fingers scraped and tugged on the box until it opened....revealing two identical, dark blue {important detail as it is Hugh and Hank's shared favourite colour}, official....
Toronto Blue Jays baseball caps."Play Ballllllllll!!!" they shouted. And before anyone could cut the hang tags off their caps...they grabbed their gloves, bat and ball....and scored a home run!Baseball never looked so good!Thank you Uncle Jamie.
Your thoughtfulness...your attention to detail...and your deep understanding of two budding baseball players needs is very, very much appreciated. As you know...most sports are often lost on Hugh & Arlo's parents! How lucky the boys are to have such a knowing uncle! We love you...
xo

Better Than Santa

2010-04-13T21:32:00.003-04:00

Hugh :: Mummy!!! Guess who is coming today???
Me :: Um. Hmm. Who could it be? Is it Santa Claus?
Hugh :: NO!! Even BETTER...Nana and Grandaddy!!xo

Dirty Nails and All

2010-04-12T21:57:00.003-04:00

Sometimes I long to be the kind of mummy who keeps her nails pristine and pink. But then how would I find the time to build dirt highways, dig for worms and excavate treasures from the garden? I know there are plenty of mothers who can do both...and I strive to be her someday. But for now, my dirty nails and I will carry on proudly as we wobble in the grass holding on to one chubby hand.xo

Sunday

2010-04-11T21:32:00.006-04:00

After dinner ::xo

Arlo's Party 1 of 2

2010-04-11T21:28:00.007-04:00

Arlo began his 1st birthday warm-up party today! You know us...we celebrate birthdays before, day of and after. Quite simply said, we love the cake. Besides, it's important to get a good handle on how to open the presents...what octave to sing Happy Birthday in...and when to blow out the candle. These things take precision and practice. We want Arlo to feel comfortable so that by the time Thursday rolls around he'll be well prepared. Just doing our part...
xo

Field Trip

2010-04-09T21:42:00.002-04:00

I love a field trip. For me, it evokes feelings of freedom, discovery and group fun. I even like to use 'field trip' to describe mundane errands...
Anyone want to go on a field trip to the grocery store?
I'm going to the dump, care to take a field trip with me?So when Hugh's school announced they were taking a field trip...well, I'm sure you can guess who was first in line! Literally actually, as I didn't quite read the permission slip correctly and brought us to our destination an hour early. No bother...just teaching our son the art of enthusiasm. And boy-oh-boy, our school did not disappoint. Wagon ride, sugar bush tour, green house picnic and farm animals galore. Weeeeee! Yes, nothing like a field trip...in fact, I think I'll go on one right now...straight to my bed.
Happy Weekend.
xo

April Showers

2010-04-08T19:15:00.004-04:00

My mantra of late...
May flowers. May flowers. May flowers. May flowers. May flowers. May flowers. xo

Day 358

2010-04-07T21:20:00.005-04:00

There it is...just around the corner. I can practically taste the cake...see the decorations...hear the singing...and feel the love of family and friends celebrating Arlo's first birthday!
While I have been working away on Arlo's...Ahem...birthday shorts, Hugh has been putting the finishing touches on a birthday book...titled, HahaHahaHahaHahaHahaha.And what has Arlo been doing during his celebration countdown?
Keeping it cool...real cool.
xo

Play Ball!

2010-04-06T22:00:00.002-04:00

Opening day on big hill proved that we are in for a thrilling season of baseball! The uniforms combined with fancy equipment and homespun rules were colourful, coordinated and crazy!
With Hank on bat, Hugh threw in the first pitch. Strike.
"Your turn to bat Hugh!" said Hank.
"NO!! I WANT TO WEAR THE MAPLE LEAF GLOVE!!" screamed Hugh.
"No. No. MY TURN!!!! I want to wear the glove!!!!" screamed Hank.
Hugh on bat, Hank threw in the second pitch of the game. Ball One?
"MY TURN TO WEAR THE GLOVE!" screamed Hugh.
Hank on bat, Hugh threw in the third pitch. A Hit...sort of. Hank chucked the bat and ran passed the pitcher, tumbled down the hill, ran around the hill, then up the hill, around the tree, down the hill again..."Hank? HANK? Are you alright? Where are you going?" we called out.
"It's a home run!" he rejoiced.
Score :: Hank - 1 , Hugh - 0
Hugh on bat, Hank threw in the fourth pitch of the game. Strike. Hugh ditched the bat and ran. So did Hank. Splashing through mud, down the hill, around the hill, over each other...
"Boys?" I called.
"It's a home runnnnnn!" they screamed breathlessly through laughter.You two can take me out to the ball game any old day!
xo

Good Health

2010-04-05T21:45:00.005-04:00

After 5 weeks of living under a dark cloud of sickness, our little/big Arlo is back! His sparkly eyes. His six toothed grin. His clear breaths. Everything...all of it. He's back.And along with his healthy return, we also welcomed our old friends, Honnie and Sweedie. Strangely, they made an appearance today in the middle of a toy store. Even more curious...it was their birthdays.
"We have to buy them a toy!!! It's their birthday!!", exclaimed Hugh.
Yup. All is back to normal around here...we are officially well again!
xo

Happy Easter

2010-04-04T20:49:00.002-04:00

Happy Easter.
xo

Hugh & Arlo

2010-04-03T21:38:00.007-04:00

Within every chaotic and colourful moment, there are times when it may feel necessary to pull out a pair of big, floppy teardrops. Thank goodness for a brother's earnest embrace to help tuck them away.xo

April One

2010-04-01T19:44:00.003-04:00

Me :: Hugh, there's a ladybug on your back.
Hugh :: Ha. Ha. April Fool's.
Me :: No, really. There is.
Hugh :: Mummy, there's a spider on your head!
Me :: Hugh. Really and Truly. There is a ladybug on your back.
Hugh :: Ha. Ha. Ha. Good one.
Me :: But...oh, never mind...
click
xo

Cool Tricks

2010-03-30T21:23:00.005-04:00

The Wink
After months of trying...at last, Hugh has perfected The Wink.Now I wonder who taught him?Cool Tricks
xo

Unwelcome Guests

2010-03-28T21:54:00.004-04:00

Hey Croup,
You and your buddy, Strider, are not welcome here!
You are mean and scary.
So pack up your barking and wheezing and LEAVE!
Shut the window on your way out.

From,
Arlo

Saturday

2010-03-27T20:54:00.002-04:00

After dinner ::xo

Hahahahaha

2010-03-26T18:33:00.003-04:00

Hugh would like to help you start your weekend with a big laugh!
He made up this joke just for you...and it is very funny.
Take it away Hugh ::
How did the crocodile cross the road?
He used the croc-walk!!!
Good one Hugh!
May you have a happy...hilarious weekend!
xo

Meet Julia

2010-03-24T21:10:00.008-04:00

For a few days each week, we have a visitor who helps balance out the Y chromosomes in our home. She is quiet. We are not. She sits still. We do not. She wears pink. And I guess sometimes we do too. She gives us girlie goodness. Meet Julia! Arlo is especially taken with her. Perhaps it is her smile or maybe her liquid brown eyes. He talks to her all the days long...clapping his hands...shaking his fists. And when her attention begins to wander, he is quick to chase her down. I fancy him to King Kong and she to Ann Darrow. The only thing missing, the Empire State Building. Hey, wait one minute here! Do I smell a play in the works...okay, whoooo wants to play the part as the Empire State Building?? Anyone? Hugh? David? Miles?

To Be Continued...
xo

Cool Tricks

2010-03-23T20:41:00.002-04:00

The Catch...ooh so close.Cool Tricks.
xo

Sunday

2010-03-21T19:41:00.001-04:00

After Dinner ::xo