Alcohol & Good Intentions

Yesterday turned into a lovely evening...blue skies and a light breeze. Perfect for a quick after dinner jaunt with the jogging stroller. BUT, while having some dinner out on the deck, Warren pulled out some champagne that has been in the fridge since Rhys was first born. So we ended up hanging in the backyard and had a late night fire instead. A much more appropriate way to spend an anniversary, don't you think? Exercise is so overrated.

Nothing says 'romance' like some gorgeous power lines against a blue sky:

Our delightful spawn joined us for the celebrations:

We polished off the 'Ice Wine Truffles' that were leftover from my "Girl's Banff Getaway" last week:

Rhys was enjoying being sprayed by the sprinkler mist as I watered some plants, and ended up with a pretty funky hairstyle:

After Rhys was quietly sleeping...

BOO!

Today my dear friend Sarah from Europe came to visit (I actually know her from my school days in Calgary, but she's been prancing around Europe for over a decade now...) and I thought to myself 'Must get a Photo Booth picture of Sarah for the blog!". I completely forgot. BOO! Then, my brother (aka Crazy Uncle Adam) came over for an impromptu visit and I thought to myself "Must get a Photo Booth picture of Adam for the blog!". He protested, and then I forgot to harass him some more. Double BOO!

So, here are some lame pictures of me and the pups instead. Triple BOO!

PS. I totally forgot to Command +F (flip) these pics. Quadruple BOO!

PPS. I am totally SUCKING at my resolution to drink more water. BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!

Left Hanging

Rhys had his 6 month shots yesterday. For his last 2 shots, I nursed him immediately afterwards to comfort him, and it worked both times. But since then, Rhys has lost interest in nursing, so I wasn't sure what to expect. As Warren held him, I sat in front with my boob ready to go. First needle: Look of surprise, shock, then tears. Second needle: Full on Red Face cry. I whip out my boob, Warren hands me our screaming child, and...nothing. Rhys wouldn't even consider the notion. So there I was, Red Faced Child in arms, and my sad, cold, naked breast dangling in the air. It was the equivalent of that awkward high five you go to give someone, and they don't reciprocate. Rejected. Luckily our sweet little champ only cried for a few moments, and then was distracted by Warren's silly faces & noises.

Before the appointment, true to the 'baby rules of the land', Rhys was having a fantastic nap. I had to walk in and wake him up. I took that opportunity to snap a few pics of him sleeping, in the flesh. Not through the baby monitor :-)

Today: I have an appointment at 1pm, and at 5pm my cousin is coming over to get the low-down on our dogs. She'll be dog/house sitting for us in less than 2 weeks. Because we're going to Maui. YA. So I think I'll also starting making some lists today...yes...lots of lists...

Foreground

Our poor pups have been pushed to the background since Mr. Rhys started hanging out at our house, and I've been meaning to do a 'dog' post for a while. I want to go back and find all the pics we have of Rhys with the dogs and the video we've taken of them licking his face and put them all nicely in one post. But I haven't done that, yet. So instead of waiting for that magic day, here is a photo of our sweet River. Yes, Rhys is the King of this household, but there is still a Prince and Princess living here too (Warren & I are mere peasants/servants/court jesters at this point).

River looks very sad in that photo. I hope it's just because she doesn't like having her photo taken...

Rhys was getting into more trouble yesterday, rolling all over the place:

Yesterday: Rhys received a parcel from some of my colleagues at Shaw (that I was meant to pick-up a while back, but never got around too). He now has enough lotion and bubble bath to last a lifetime, some finger puppets and a charming teddy bear:

Today: Warren is off, so no matter what happens, it will be a GREAT DAY. And, since Warren didn't finish work until 11:45pm last night, 2 double shot lattes are coming up!

Dear Wednesday, how I heart thee...

Lather, Rinse, Repeat...

Yesterday ended up being a very similar day to the one before. Rhys & I had a nice relaxed morning together, then a another beautiful mom and her child came for a visit. We had a latte and Porter ate my cinnamon bun (yesterday he ate the artichoke dip). I sure hope I can raise better behaved humans that I can dogs...

Here's is the boy we lovingly call 'The Little One' with Rhys...in a very similarly framed photo to the one I took yesterday with Easton:

'The Little One' is the most CHILL toddler you'll ever meet. I was all concerned that my house wasn't childproof enough, but he didn't touch anything he wasn't supposed to (well, except for the TV remote. I guess he's not a fan of 'The Young and the Restless'). He's growing up fast, and is a far cry from the wee babe photographed a couple years ago HERE.

Rhys was in total awe of him while they played together. I grabbed the video camera to capture their interaction, but of course The Little One lost interest the moment I hit record:

It was a perfect impromptu visit. Short, sweet, but just enough to give us a each a break in our day.

Today: I didn't make it outside yesterday, so that is my one and only goal today. PLUS, while outside, I plan to introduce Rhys to another FIRST. Tune in tomorrow to find out what it is!

The forecast is calling for +8 degrees Celsius. Saturday, you look lovely already.

Livin' in the Ghetto

Today, I'm trying to get a start on some Spring Cleaning. Which I always find very painful. However I do love the feeling of throwing out all the CRAP that I haven't used/thought of/remembered I had over the last year.

First, I had to clear out any ignored-for-too-long laundry from the bedrooms. I made piles in the living room, and apparently River thought I was making her a bed. She's silly that way. I snapped a photo because I thought she looked ridiculous - like she was a homeless dog trying to make a home out of whatever she could find.

Once the laundry was sorted, I moved on to tackle the 'scary' spare bedroom closet. It was full of empty cardboard boxes from when we moved, as well as other boxes that were full of more CRAP that we didn't know what to do with when we moved. My goal today is to make this a functioning, USABLE closet.

I was being good - breaking down the boxes so they could be recycled - and keeping any old plastic bags to be recycled also. Then PORTER decides THAT looks like a good bed too. So I snapped a photo.

Seriously, please don't call Animal Services on me. My dogs only LOOK like they live in the Ghetto.

And as a side note; I'm I the only one who's house actually seems to get MESSIER when I'm trying to clean?

Swindled

Apparently Warren & I need to work on our communication skills, because today we were swindled...by two very naughty dogs.

Our normal routine is:
1) Take turns getting up in the morning to feed the dogs their breakfast (they have an internal clock that tells them they are hungry at 6:30am).
2) When I get home from work at 5:30pm, I feed them dinner.

Well, today Warren was working from home and left again before I got home. He fed them dinner before he went out again. When I got home, I also fed them dinner.

Porter & River didn't bother mentioning that papa had already fed them dinner.

Sneaky little monkeys!