Day #3

Have your heard of the 'Spaceport' at the Calgary Airport? Apparently, it is also known as 'Heaven' for 2.5 year old boys. These are the pics my wicked-awesome husband was sending to me all morning yesterday:

And Easter Dinner #1 turned out really well. I made a very special effort to NOT get stressed about cleaning the house and preparing the meal. I did really well, too. Proof was when dinner was served 45 minutes late because the scalloped potatoes and ham needed different heating/cooking temperatures, so the timing of it all was trickier than we had planned...and I didn't freak out! Thankfully my cousin and brother brought over lots of stuffed mushroom caps and baked brie to to hold us over until dinner.

Here is a great 'Three Generations' photo for our history book (if we had one...):

Today: Eater Egg Hunt in the morning, and a Greek Feast at Grandpa & Grandma Pamela's house!

Happy Easter everyone.

Arriving in Lalaland

"Rhys, you're going on an AIRPLANE today!", is what we kept telling our deadpan son, in an attempt to stir up some excitement. The toy plane he got from his Uncle James yesterday helped too.

We got to the airport nice & early, as my husband always insists we do. And our plane was an hour and a half late. Luckily Rhys was very content watching the 'ay-panes' and the 'tucks'. Considering he'd only had a 10 minute cat nap in the car, instead of his regular 2hr sleep, we were thrilled with our little pilot in training.

We knew he'd be excited to be on the plane, but we weren't sure how he'd react to the loud rumblings of take off. Well, turns out that take-off went as well as it could have in my most naive dreams. He fell asleep. 30 minute cat nap ensued.

Then, some fish crackers and a Madagascar DVD did the trick (and the empty middle seat between us didn't hurt):

"Look Ma, a lion!":

Landing was the next unknown. Would it freak him out? Nope. After the wheels hit the ground, he squealed " Again! AGAIN!".

While waiting for our luggage, I took a photo of Rhys beside our $5 baggage cart. Oh, LAX. A free baggage cart would have been nicer.

Though travelling can be gruelling, even when it goes smoothly, this is why we do it. The destination is worth it.

Story Time and Plane Spotting

Bedtime story time with Rhys is pretty routine, but the other night he noticed the Paddington Bear on his dresser was wearing a hat. "Hat! Hat!" he squealed and pointed to the box of sun hats in his closet. I put a hat on his head. Then he pointed his 'bossy finger' at me, then the box of hats. Okay...guess he wants me to wear a hat, too. Oh, and the monkey sunglasses. He insisted on those as well.

Warren came into the room...."What The....?" Glad he took a photo!

Since Rhys always notices planes in the sky, we thought it would be fun to take him plane watching off McKnight Blvd. Turns out it's a pass time for elderly couples and creepy bearded men in trucks too.

I wish I hadn't forgotten the video camera, so I could have captured him saying 'Bye-bye Ay-pane'.