The Letter L

{Uncle Jamie, this presentation is especially for you. It was Hugh's idea to use the snake...and he crafted the L all by himself.}
xo

Sunday Family Dinner

A monumental family dinner:
Aunt Becky in labour...Impressive base runs....Traditional Sunday dinner photo...Sweet corn on the cob...And Hugh's first bee sting. {His cousins came together during Hugh's time of need. Max on band-aid duty. Hannah on toothpaste duty...a magic cure-all for bee stings...and lastly, Thomas on encouraging words duty. It was quite wonderful...and sad all at the same time! My favourite line of the night was delivered by Max, "Hugh, you can cry AND still be brave. You're really brave Hugh."}xo

And We All...

Fall FairFall MarketFall Down{The Bucking Bronco performance was taught to Hugh by his younger cousin Hank...who knows more rodeo tricks than anyone I've ever met.}
xo

K

With the letter K we:
Kind of flew a KiteKicked out some tunes on our homemade KeytarKept the ducks happy with Kernels of cornAnd lastly with the letter K, we Kissed and Kissed.
With both boys soundly sleeping, it is time that I partake in my favourite K, Knitting.
ThanK you K.
xo

The Letter K

The letter K just so happens to be Hugh's favourite performance piece.
"Look guys...it's the letter K!"
xo

Stats

Dear Arlo,
I've been looking and looking for the piece of paper that your doctor gave us last week of your weight/height chart. Remember? As he handed it to me he said, "Here you go. You can add this to Arlo's scrapbook". Ahem...right...Arlo's scrapbook. Note to self: must buy Arlo a scrapbook...and must begin Hugh's scrapbook. I folded the 8.5 x 11 sheet very carefully and dropped it into my bag. It rested there for days...sure it got a little crinkly...but I've seen scrapbooks and lots of times people will crinkle a page for some artistic flare!
Well, my dear son, I think it might be official...I've lost your very special-scrapbook-to-be-computer-print-out. Oh the mother's guilt of a second born...
The good news is I remember two bits of information:
1. You weigh 17 lbs
2. And only 17% of babies in North America are taller than you.
You're a juicy, grand fellow.. And now I must eat you smother you in kisses...

Love from your disorganized...but always with good intentions,
Mummyxo

J

J is for:
Jamming {strawberry vanilla} & Jammin' {go Arlo, go Arlo, go go}Jumping Jacks & Jumping RopeA Joy Jar for Jazzy. A Jar filled with reasons why she brings us Joy...all composed by Hugh. This sentiment being a particular favourite of ours: "Jasmine brings me Joy when she spins me around because that cracks me out". Doesn't crack Hugh up...nope, just out.Jolly Jumping in JeansJack-o'-Lantern cookie or J'pumpkin cookie.
Me: I would like one Jack-o'-Lantern cookie please.
Cookie Employee: Oh. You mean the pumpkin?
Me: No. The Jack-o'-lantern.
Cookie Employee: The pumpkin?
Me: Okay. The J'pumpkin.Je t'aime J.
xo