Houston, we have a problem.
What are the early warning signals for a mullet? Is it too soon to panic?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Ba-rumpa-bum-bum
... and back to the kid's museum. Except, this is the first time ever that we've availed ourselves of the outdoor music area. They've got huge windchimes; these "kettle" drums; some sort of combo zither-metal drum thing; and these long plastic toobs that you play with paddles.
(I know it's "tubes", but if I spell it "toobs" then you can "toobs" like Ah-nawld.)
Clearly, we'll be spending more time there.
(I know it's "tubes", but if I spell it "toobs" then you can "toobs" like Ah-nawld.)
Clearly, we'll be spending more time there.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
All better
Turned out to be a one day thing with the boy. Today, his breakfast, lunch and supper - hotdogs outside no less - all stayed where they were intended.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Turn your head ...
... and growl.
I think I mentioned earler that we have a season's pass to the kid's museum? Well, we have one b/c we got it with a season's pass to the zoo too.
This was from our 2nd visit this year so far. For some reason, they had the grizzly and the polar sharing space, like a bruin co-op or something. Anyways, the grizzly had a stash of fish and was not sharing, so mostly they were slapping each other. Here, it appears that the polar bear was trying a more diplomatic tact. I have more slapping photo's that follow this shot.
That was yesterday ... today, the boy has failed to keep his food down 6 times.
Meanwhile, I continue to debate whether or not I should buy Johnny Marr and the Healers - after listening to about 8 seconds of all the tracks several times. How come blogger doesn't have a polling feature?
I think I mentioned earler that we have a season's pass to the kid's museum? Well, we have one b/c we got it with a season's pass to the zoo too.
This was from our 2nd visit this year so far. For some reason, they had the grizzly and the polar sharing space, like a bruin co-op or something. Anyways, the grizzly had a stash of fish and was not sharing, so mostly they were slapping each other. Here, it appears that the polar bear was trying a more diplomatic tact. I have more slapping photo's that follow this shot.
That was yesterday ... today, the boy has failed to keep his food down 6 times.
Meanwhile, I continue to debate whether or not I should buy Johnny Marr and the Healers - after listening to about 8 seconds of all the tracks several times. How come blogger doesn't have a polling feature?
Friday, May 19, 2006
Chez Chaise
Our new club chairs. I only get to sit in them after the kids have gone to bed.
Soooo ... has anyone heard anything about an upcoming Tom Hanks movie? Heard a rumour on the down low, that it's about museums or churches or some such ... must be a documentary.
Soooo ... has anyone heard anything about an upcoming Tom Hanks movie? Heard a rumour on the down low, that it's about museums or churches or some such ... must be a documentary.
Glass half-full
So the last episode of West Wing that I thought I had taped? Not so much. No one's allowed to talk to me about Season 7 of the West Wing until the end of the summer repeat season. Booooo
But, my DVD Box set of Seasons 1 - 5 (won off e-bay) showed up this week. Booooo-Yaaaaaaaa
But, my DVD Box set of Seasons 1 - 5 (won off e-bay) showed up this week. Booooo-Yaaaaaaaa
Monday, May 08, 2006
Weekend Report
Well, it's not France, but the kids still like the playground at the school. It's beyond me how long they can amuse themselves playing with rocks.
Somewhere along the way, the boy's decided he likes baseballs. And, even though I've never played catch with him - he's figured out how to throw one.
Somewhere along the way, the boy's decided he likes baseballs. And, even though I've never played catch with him - he's figured out how to throw one.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Characterized
Here's the boy copying the girl some more. He had to get some books and lie down because she was lying down with her book.
Only, she wasn't reading - she was making lists - like her mother - of things she had to get done for tomorrow.
I've got a video clip that I'll link once I get it posted too.
Here is the evidence ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiVpQrDNZG8
Only, she wasn't reading - she was making lists - like her mother - of things she had to get done for tomorrow.
I've got a video clip that I'll link once I get it posted too.
Here is the evidence ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiVpQrDNZG8
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Look familiar?
The boy still loves to do everything the girl does. I hope we have a nice summer so I can complete "The Boy Jumps Off ..." series.
BTW - about 32 lbs and 37". He's about the size of an average 3.5 year old.
BTW - about 32 lbs and 37". He's about the size of an average 3.5 year old.
In case you're wondering ...
... this is not a special moment of close bonding, there's bird poop on the bench.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
STOMP
The boy and girl were jumping on me as they oft do. This time, while I'm covering my head because the boy has elected to employ the "Rikshi" on me, I distinctly hear the girl say "C'mon, let's jump on dad until he cries!"
A few minutes later, she swings her leg around and catches me on the bridge of my nose - bringing tears to my eyes.
I've decided they're not allowed to read Supremookie's blog any more ... at least not until I figure out how to setup our firewall to disallow content containing the phrase "Grand Theft Auto" or "GTA". I know they'll miss out on all the Greater Toronto Area content, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice.
I don't have a picture to go with this entry - so here's a duck that visited our yard on the weekend.
The boy and girl were jumping on me as they oft do. This time, while I'm covering my head because the boy has elected to employ the "Rikshi" on me, I distinctly hear the girl say "C'mon, let's jump on dad until he cries!"
A few minutes later, she swings her leg around and catches me on the bridge of my nose - bringing tears to my eyes.
I've decided they're not allowed to read Supremookie's blog any more ... at least not until I figure out how to setup our firewall to disallow content containing the phrase "Grand Theft Auto" or "GTA". I know they'll miss out on all the Greater Toronto Area content, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice.
I don't have a picture to go with this entry - so here's a duck that visited our yard on the weekend.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
New favourite shirt
The boy got a new favourite shirt in his Easter basket this morning. He wore it all day and he's wearing it in bed now. I have to work tomorrow, so I'm not the one that has to get him out of it in the morning.
It was a bit cool and windy this morning, when we took this; he's not crying he's just trying to keep the sandstorm out of his eyes while I try and focus.
I guess it could be the sawdust from the 50 pieces of wood I cut for a shelf I'm making ... no two pieces of which turned out the same. Guess I should have had the patience to try out that table saw that's been sitting unused for the past 2 years.
It was a bit cool and windy this morning, when we took this; he's not crying he's just trying to keep the sandstorm out of his eyes while I try and focus.
I guess it could be the sawdust from the 50 pieces of wood I cut for a shelf I'm making ... no two pieces of which turned out the same. Guess I should have had the patience to try out that table saw that's been sitting unused for the past 2 years.
Hunt cont'd
I heard one of the neighbour's up with their kid/kids this morning at 6:59AM - I'm guessing it was their Easter Egg hunt. We had an indoor one at 8AM. We had an outdoor one later on - 3PM-ish? Plus, when everyone came over for dinner - there was more choclate to be had. Through all this, I thought we were monitoring and controlling the choclate intake reasonably well. That was until both kids decided 30 min's of some insane duck-dance-ball on our porch was called for.
Somehow, the pound of choclate cake I has left me much less energetic.
Somehow, the pound of choclate cake I has left me much less energetic.
TWANG!
Not sure if I can prove my parents did it. I certainly did. Any I have evidence that my girl can air guitar as well.
Friday, April 14, 2006
More Signs of Spring.
They're back ... the boy and girl still get excited about spotting the deer. I'm more of the "Hey, you deer, get outta my back yard."
Deer poop is nasty to deal with - it's like rabbit pellets, but they're all balled up together into something between the size of a golf-ball and tennis ball. Unless you don't get to them soon enough, in which case the ball falls apart, then you have to deal with "a billion and nine" little pellets.
Somewhere along the way, that became the girl's expression for "a lot" - "a billion and nine"!
They're back ... the boy and girl still get excited about spotting the deer. I'm more of the "Hey, you deer, get outta my back yard."
Deer poop is nasty to deal with - it's like rabbit pellets, but they're all balled up together into something between the size of a golf-ball and tennis ball. Unless you don't get to them soon enough, in which case the ball falls apart, then you have to deal with "a billion and nine" little pellets.
Somewhere along the way, that became the girl's expression for "a lot" - "a billion and nine"!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Boy-Zilla!
A bit of a catch-up post. Not much time for this 'cuz ye-ye and nai-nai are in town. For some reason, having extra adults in the house causes more work with the kids than less. Haven't figured that out yet.
I took a course this week that included a certification exam at the end of it. The exam was a real throwback to rote learning. Supposedly, big on definitions and terms ... except they only seemed to focus on the nouns, but then would throw in really vague verbs like "geared towards" ... wtf. OK, technically an auxilliary verb, but my point is - you don't see "A is geared towards B as 1 is geared towards 2" on the Mensa quiz.
But despite the grammarical injustice of it all, and the extra studying at night - it's really Spring here now. I've already swept out the garage for heaven's sake! We've barbecued! The girl has been the recipient of a robust scolding for blowing through a stop sign on her bike! Good times.
I took a course this week that included a certification exam at the end of it. The exam was a real throwback to rote learning. Supposedly, big on definitions and terms ... except they only seemed to focus on the nouns, but then would throw in really vague verbs like "geared towards" ... wtf. OK, technically an auxilliary verb, but my point is - you don't see "A is geared towards B as 1 is geared towards 2" on the Mensa quiz.
But despite the grammarical injustice of it all, and the extra studying at night - it's really Spring here now. I've already swept out the garage for heaven's sake! We've barbecued! The girl has been the recipient of a robust scolding for blowing through a stop sign on her bike! Good times.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Good habits
The boy loves to brush his teeth - mostly because his sister does it. Since this photo was taken, he's advanced from "dumping" to actually "drinking" from his water cup.
Can't wait ...
... to get this thing outside. Motorized ATV. First few times, the boy couldn't figure out he had to keep the button pressed. He'd press it and let go, press it let go - so he'd jerk across the floor. Come to think of it, maybe he's just spent too much time in ye-ye's car.
Yeah - we made it outside!
Nutthin more to say than ... Yay!
Oh wait, there is more.
This was in the afternoon when a good time was had by one and all. Because of this, the girl got her choice of supper and she chose McD's ... because they love the play area. Usually, the boy's pretty anxious to go play and has a hard time eating. Yesterday, he refused to eat and kept making a run for the play area. I invoked the 3-count with the outcome being no play area. I made it to 3 so the boy and I sat in the car while the girl and mom played.
So far, I think the most compelling life lessons for the kids have happened under the auspicies of the golden arches.
Oh wait, there is more.
This was in the afternoon when a good time was had by one and all. Because of this, the girl got her choice of supper and she chose McD's ... because they love the play area. Usually, the boy's pretty anxious to go play and has a hard time eating. Yesterday, he refused to eat and kept making a run for the play area. I invoked the 3-count with the outcome being no play area. I made it to 3 so the boy and I sat in the car while the girl and mom played.
So far, I think the most compelling life lessons for the kids have happened under the auspicies of the golden arches.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Emerge
... and one day soon, you'll turn into a be-YOOOO-tee-full butterfly. But until then, stay put ... or until your mom comes home, whichever.
Actually, Leanne made it home without incident. The day afterwhich, I promptly took ill.
Kids held out until the rest of last weekend - turns out "the boy" probably did not have "the pox" but some other less potent ailment that ran it's course. The only real nasty part was the runs that ended up turning his bottom red (and his face whenever we had to change him). The girl has some sniffles, but is otherwise fine ... although today she rejected gourmet KD, for the more traditional recipe.
I can't fix everything!
Actually, Leanne made it home without incident. The day afterwhich, I promptly took ill.
Kids held out until the rest of last weekend - turns out "the boy" probably did not have "the pox" but some other less potent ailment that ran it's course. The only real nasty part was the runs that ended up turning his bottom red (and his face whenever we had to change him). The girl has some sniffles, but is otherwise fine ... although today she rejected gourmet KD, for the more traditional recipe.
I can't fix everything!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
In today's local news ...
The call went out just after 1 p.m. from the Freshwater Fisheries Institute at the University of Manitoba's Fort Garry campus. It was not a prank. Or a hoax. And definitely not a thwarted attack by some crazed fiend. The call was answered by Manitoba Conservation's environmental emergency response team, the police bomb squad and Winnipeg Fire and Paramedics. Winnipeg's bomb squad was called out yesterday to cart away pickled specimens from a fisheries lab before they could blow up.The samples in a couple of glass bottles were fish tissue or possibly marine mammal flesh. They were hazardous because they'd been treated with a chemical that had evaporated into a dangerous by-product -- explosive crystals of picric acid. Transport Canada identifies picric acid as one of the more dangerous chemicals in use in laboratories and manufacturing today. It's used to make explosives but it's easily neutralized with water. Once inert, picric acid has extensive uses in dye manufacturing. . They realized they had a real-life emergency.
Whatever happened to responsible journalism? Haven't they just disclosed a recipe for making explosives? Although, I suppose any 20-something male living on his own with a pantry is likely already aware of this phenomenon (beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee). I guess it's true what they say - "It's a thin line between volatile combustibles and a nice argyle."
Back to that "beep-Bee, dee-dee-dee" ... I can't remember what show it was, but there's an episode that takes place in a classroom or courtroom or some other equally officious locale, and someone speaking at the front ends a sentence with "phenomenon", afterwhich an anonymous voice at the back of the room follows with a "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". Together, it sounds like that song, although not originally from, but popularized by Sesame Street, that goes "Me-nah, me-nah. Beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee" and then Grover starts into an early form of free-style/Jazz riff. Now, I cannot encounter the word "phenomenon" without thinking the phrase "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". It's quite debilitating in the work environment.
The call went out just after 1 p.m. from the Freshwater Fisheries Institute at the University of Manitoba's Fort Garry campus. It was not a prank. Or a hoax. And definitely not a thwarted attack by some crazed fiend. The call was answered by Manitoba Conservation's environmental emergency response team, the police bomb squad and Winnipeg Fire and Paramedics. Winnipeg's bomb squad was called out yesterday to cart away pickled specimens from a fisheries lab before they could blow up.The samples in a couple of glass bottles were fish tissue or possibly marine mammal flesh. They were hazardous because they'd been treated with a chemical that had evaporated into a dangerous by-product -- explosive crystals of picric acid. Transport Canada identifies picric acid as one of the more dangerous chemicals in use in laboratories and manufacturing today. It's used to make explosives but it's easily neutralized with water. Once inert, picric acid has extensive uses in dye manufacturing. . They realized they had a real-life emergency.
Whatever happened to responsible journalism? Haven't they just disclosed a recipe for making explosives? Although, I suppose any 20-something male living on his own with a pantry is likely already aware of this phenomenon (beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee). I guess it's true what they say - "It's a thin line between volatile combustibles and a nice argyle."
Back to that "beep-Bee, dee-dee-dee" ... I can't remember what show it was, but there's an episode that takes place in a classroom or courtroom or some other equally officious locale, and someone speaking at the front ends a sentence with "phenomenon", afterwhich an anonymous voice at the back of the room follows with a "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". Together, it sounds like that song, although not originally from, but popularized by Sesame Street, that goes "Me-nah, me-nah. Beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee" and then Grover starts into an early form of free-style/Jazz riff. Now, I cannot encounter the word "phenomenon" without thinking the phrase "beep-BEE, dee-dee-dee". It's quite debilitating in the work environment.
When the walls ...
Tomorrow's the day, when the grand old arena comes down to make way for ... I'm guessing something to do with shopping.
This'll be the 3rd year in a row where we've had an implosion event in town. Last year, it was an old warehouse that was the continual target of arsons. The year before, it was ... what was it ... some place in St. Boniface.
This'll be the 3rd year in a row where we've had an implosion event in town. Last year, it was an old warehouse that was the continual target of arsons. The year before, it was ... what was it ... some place in St. Boniface.
Hey there, There goes ...
Guo Tie and Cong You Bing for supper.
The boy seemed to eat ok today, despite having yakked his cookies the night before. But, see that red spot on his right cheek/jawline? Looks like he's got chicken pox.
Poor guy just not getting any breaks. (You know how the joke goes from here.)
Well, at least my dad was able to tell me what the rash and spots were (once he got his e-mail attachments worked out). It's better knowing what I'm dealing with here ... by myself. Thanks again, Ye-Ye.
Of course, stoopid me ... had the kids sleeping together in the same bed. I might as well let them use the same toothbrush ... oh cr*p, that means they can't have their bath together tomorrow either like they always want to.
At least now I have an excuse for ordering food for delivery, 'cuz I can't take them out anywhere. I better stop, this is quite the conversation I'm having with myself.
The boy seemed to eat ok today, despite having yakked his cookies the night before. But, see that red spot on his right cheek/jawline? Looks like he's got chicken pox.
Poor guy just not getting any breaks. (You know how the joke goes from here.)
Well, at least my dad was able to tell me what the rash and spots were (once he got his e-mail attachments worked out). It's better knowing what I'm dealing with here ... by myself. Thanks again, Ye-Ye.
Of course, stoopid me ... had the kids sleeping together in the same bed. I might as well let them use the same toothbrush ... oh cr*p, that means they can't have their bath together tomorrow either like they always want to.
At least now I have an excuse for ordering food for delivery, 'cuz I can't take them out anywhere. I better stop, this is quite the conversation I'm having with myself.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Training
Went looking for the boy the other morning to get him dressed for daycare and this is where/how I found him. (He's not trained yet, in the typical sense.)
Foreshadowing
Looking for a recent photo of the boy to attach with this post and found this one which is remarkably apropos.
I'm sitting here blogging because I have to wait for laundry at 1AM. The boy just painted the pillows and sheets with projectile vomit.
Lots of solids in the mix - oddly enough nothing that appeared to be the McD's that we had for dinner, but rather what looks like the pasta I made on Wed. What's really strange is, I used "twistie" egg noodles, but they appeared to have straightened out inside of him.
Now - look at the picture again. Think he was warning me?
I'm sitting here blogging because I have to wait for laundry at 1AM. The boy just painted the pillows and sheets with projectile vomit.
Lots of solids in the mix - oddly enough nothing that appeared to be the McD's that we had for dinner, but rather what looks like the pasta I made on Wed. What's really strange is, I used "twistie" egg noodles, but they appeared to have straightened out inside of him.
Now - look at the picture again. Think he was warning me?
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Day 3 6:00PM-7:00PM
Day three was chicken fingers and fries. No risk in that.
Day four was "Single Skillet Stroganoff". The boy liked it, the girl not so much.
I've always said that the most painful experience I've ever had was when I went to the emergency room after having gotten poked in the eye. And the doctor there "tested" my eyes by pushing a rod into my eyeball.
But I have a new second place - where my boy grabs my face with both hands and squeezes his little knuckles of steel. I swear he's getting a good 80 psi. Today, he added a finger nail twist and drew some blood. Maybe it's just the way he laughs aftewards that makes it seem more painful than it actually is.
Day four was "Single Skillet Stroganoff". The boy liked it, the girl not so much.
I've always said that the most painful experience I've ever had was when I went to the emergency room after having gotten poked in the eye. And the doctor there "tested" my eyes by pushing a rod into my eyeball.
But I have a new second place - where my boy grabs my face with both hands and squeezes his little knuckles of steel. I swear he's getting a good 80 psi. Today, he added a finger nail twist and drew some blood. Maybe it's just the way he laughs aftewards that makes it seem more painful than it actually is.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Full disclosure
Leanne is out of town this week - left this AM. Today, we had Pizza Hut for dinner. I ordered enough so that we have left-overs for another night too.
Also, the kids did not brush their teeth before going to bed. (Actually, they fell asleep while I was on the phone with Leanne.)
Also, the kids did not brush their teeth before going to bed. (Actually, they fell asleep while I was on the phone with Leanne.)
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Who's been following this saga ...
www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/03/08/timhortons_dispute060308.html
Synopsis is ...
- 10 year old girl finds coffee cup in the garbage at school and remembers it's part of contest.
- 10yr-old asks a 12 year old friend for help with rolling-up-the-rim (of the cup, which is how you check for prizes)
- turns out it's a winner for a new SUV
This is when the "adult's" start getting involved ...
- 10yr-old girl's father gets to school first, takes the cup with the intent (I think he told a teacher at school) of selling it and offer some of the money to the 12yr-old's family
- then 12yr-old girl's mother arrives and says the prize should be all theirs and takes her appeal to a radio station, which prompts the 10yr-old's father to change his mind re: sharing prize
This is when lawyer's start getting involved ...
- At some point along the way, one of the teacher's got involved claiming that the cup was originally his and that the prize should be his.
- His lawyer is asking for a DNA sample of the cup
- Tim Horton's position is - whomever shows up with the prize cup first gets the prize - full stop
Here's my question ... anyone that I've talked to thinks it's pretty cut and dry - 10yr-old gets the prize by virtue of "finder's keepers". Up to the 10yr-old to decide whether or not to share anything with 12yr-old. Teacher should pound salt. All adults involved should be ashamed.
Anyone have countering opinions on that? I'm interested in both people's opinions, but also in finding out if there's any correlation with the affiliated opinions, i.e. do people tend to hang around with people who share the same general principles on matters such as this?
I've read that in one workplace, there was a 50-50 split for those that think the 10yr-old and 12yr-old have a claim. Admittedly, people can't control who they hang around with at the workplace, however, there may be an "industry" correlation as well. This was a reporter who polled his office. (yeah, yeah, yeah - ouch, I know.)
As far as I know, I haven't heard of anyone (other than his lawyer) who is siding with the teacher.
www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/03/08/timhortons_dispute060308.html
Synopsis is ...
- 10 year old girl finds coffee cup in the garbage at school and remembers it's part of contest.
- 10yr-old asks a 12 year old friend for help with rolling-up-the-rim (of the cup, which is how you check for prizes)
- turns out it's a winner for a new SUV
This is when the "adult's" start getting involved ...
- 10yr-old girl's father gets to school first, takes the cup with the intent (I think he told a teacher at school) of selling it and offer some of the money to the 12yr-old's family
- then 12yr-old girl's mother arrives and says the prize should be all theirs and takes her appeal to a radio station, which prompts the 10yr-old's father to change his mind re: sharing prize
This is when lawyer's start getting involved ...
- At some point along the way, one of the teacher's got involved claiming that the cup was originally his and that the prize should be his.
- His lawyer is asking for a DNA sample of the cup
- Tim Horton's position is - whomever shows up with the prize cup first gets the prize - full stop
Here's my question ... anyone that I've talked to thinks it's pretty cut and dry - 10yr-old gets the prize by virtue of "finder's keepers". Up to the 10yr-old to decide whether or not to share anything with 12yr-old. Teacher should pound salt. All adults involved should be ashamed.
Anyone have countering opinions on that? I'm interested in both people's opinions, but also in finding out if there's any correlation with the affiliated opinions, i.e. do people tend to hang around with people who share the same general principles on matters such as this?
I've read that in one workplace, there was a 50-50 split for those that think the 10yr-old and 12yr-old have a claim. Admittedly, people can't control who they hang around with at the workplace, however, there may be an "industry" correlation as well. This was a reporter who polled his office. (yeah, yeah, yeah - ouch, I know.)
As far as I know, I haven't heard of anyone (other than his lawyer) who is siding with the teacher.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Hoodlum in the making
Here's the boy rifling through some infant buggies parked outside the mall restaurant.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Mr. Dressup
Very few pics of the boy lately because ... well because I'm hooked on "24" and I have Season One and Two on DVD.
All better
Very few pix of the girl lately, because she had a nasty virus and her mouth was covered in cold sores. Pretty much all gone now.
Here's a hint for all you budding physicians (and even you grizzlied veterans, who occasionally forget your patients are customers) ...
The first thing that you say when you see a patient should rarely be "Oh my goodness." That's just not helping anybody.
Here's a hint for all you budding physicians (and even you grizzlied veterans, who occasionally forget your patients are customers) ...
The first thing that you say when you see a patient should rarely be "Oh my goodness." That's just not helping anybody.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Snap
The boy waiting for the girl's ballet class to finish. Taken from my new phone. Next up is to see how video's from my phone upload to YouTube.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
My Treo went ring-tones up, so I replaced it with a Windows Mobile phone (PocketPC? Smartphone? I don't get the distinctions yet). First thing I loaded on it (other than synching my contacts, calender, etc...)? Bejeweled. I might actually spend the time to see if I can get one of my movies converted and loaded onto my SD card. What else should I load up? The IR is too feeble to find a Universal Remote app. I'm trying to find a utility to measure my data traffic, 'cuz my plan is 4MB/month. I've lost all sense of how much or little I can do with 4MB a month.Yes - this is my return to posting. BTW - I did see a utility that claims to allow me to post from my phone.
What else can I tell you? The kids are all better after coming down with separate viruses. My men's volleyball team actually went undefeated this last round-robin. We got an exercise bike and I've actually used it about 1/2 dozen times. I played basketball for the first time in about 4 years - and for some reason, my basketball shoes tore the skin off of one of my toes. And, all we have in the house are brightly coloured or Dora band-aids.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Let those who ride (and toddle) decide!
Notice how the boy lets LL ride the recalled toy. That thing has a design flaw that causes toddlers to flip over the handles at the least bit of lean forward.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Visiting hours
The girl, the boy, the cous - visiting An Ma. This seating actually has about 6 photo's all with different permutations of each kid looking off in a different direction.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Bye-Bye LL
See you next time. See you soon. It has to be soon because I've got your Einstein Baby video in my DVD player.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Hi, just catching up on a few of our holiday season moments as captured by my cel phone ...
This first one is from the mall where we took the kids for their Santa photo. As it turns out, we chose the same day/evening that a local (and ever increasing in numbers) group of naer-do-wells who take joy from dressing up as the elf himself filling themselves with Christmas Cheer (nudge, nudge, wink, wink ) and terrorizing local establishments. In this case, they just happened to be streaming through the mall at the same time as we were walking up to the mall-shop Santa. I would guess that there were about 80 of these fools. I suppose I would have had more humour if this did not threaten our chances of getting the boy and girl to sit still for the Santa photo.
The kids turned out to be heartier than we feared and none the worse for wear as we awaited our seating for dinner afterwards.
These are from the BNL concert that L and I went to. I hope I don't get busted for any copyright infringements, but I wanted to share the experience. This is their first number with local kids choir. J2 - if you're reading this - you would appreciate the fine detail on their embroidered collars.
This is Ed "giving 'er" to "Box Set"...
... and a more laid back Stephen, at the start of "What a Good Boy".
This first one is from the mall where we took the kids for their Santa photo. As it turns out, we chose the same day/evening that a local (and ever increasing in numbers) group of naer-do-wells who take joy from dressing up as the elf himself filling themselves with Christmas Cheer (nudge, nudge, wink, wink ) and terrorizing local establishments. In this case, they just happened to be streaming through the mall at the same time as we were walking up to the mall-shop Santa. I would guess that there were about 80 of these fools. I suppose I would have had more humour if this did not threaten our chances of getting the boy and girl to sit still for the Santa photo.
The kids turned out to be heartier than we feared and none the worse for wear as we awaited our seating for dinner afterwards.
These are from the BNL concert that L and I went to. I hope I don't get busted for any copyright infringements, but I wanted to share the experience. This is their first number with local kids choir. J2 - if you're reading this - you would appreciate the fine detail on their embroidered collars.
This is Ed "giving 'er" to "Box Set"...
... and a more laid back Stephen, at the start of "What a Good Boy".
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
2006 - a rebuilding year
Hey - hope everyone had a great holiday. From scanning the other circle of blogs - it would appear so.
We kept close to home and had some good quality time - lots of sledding, some visiting and a bit of boxing day/week shopping.
This is one example of how we spent our time. After talking to jie-jie and hearing that her girl was into baking and crafts, that reminded me that we had this 3 year-old gingerbread house kit wasting shelf space. Lots of fun building and keeping the boy out of the candy dishes. It's now on it's way to a landfill where the boy can't snack on it behind our backs.
We kept close to home and had some good quality time - lots of sledding, some visiting and a bit of boxing day/week shopping.
This is one example of how we spent our time. After talking to jie-jie and hearing that her girl was into baking and crafts, that reminded me that we had this 3 year-old gingerbread house kit wasting shelf space. Lots of fun building and keeping the boy out of the candy dishes. It's now on it's way to a landfill where the boy can't snack on it behind our backs.
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