Hair Hats!

Hair hats – we have some. They are awesome. If you want to get yourself a hair hat, you can find them here. She also makes a mean tutu. Enjoy!

 

 

- L.

The City Of Toronto

Last night while I was making supper my boys got busy and created a likeness of our city with things from their playroom. I don't normally endorse toys outside the playroom/bedroom but they did such a nice job I couldn't say no. Also I had a meal to prepare.



The city came complete with a boogle*, CN Tower and a "Gardiner Expressway". It also featured a "construction zone":



Plenty of "green space":

 

And a wee crane:

 

- L.

*Sandy and Boogee have been busy. Aside from their made up names they have a host of imaginary friends now ("Washer", "Numbers" and "Sara"). FYI, a "boogle" is pretty much any kind of building with lots of windows that isn't the CN Tower.

PS. A couple of Godzillas tore our lovely city asunder after supper. It's still in ruins. There is general pandemonium in the streets. Our living room remains in a "state of emergency".

Bottom Of The Ninth

– Hey! What is that you have there? Is it a baseball?
– It IS!

– Can I have it?
– No.

– You still can't have it. *giggle*
– That's OK. I'm over it. I'm going to smile at the camera now...

– ... right before I make funny faces.
– Is it funny face time already?
– It is! Funny face time always comes right before...

– ... baseball bum time!
– It's been a long time since the last time we had baseball bums.
– I hope everyone enjoys the show!
– This kind of thing doesn't come around too often.

- L.

Haircuts.

When Gamma Rita came to visit us this past summer I really needed some help. I was pretty busy packing boxes and coordinating a big move. In fact, I was off signing the lease when Gamma Rita "Archie Bunker'd" me, except instead of taking the boys out to get baptized she went and got them some haircuts.

When I got home she said, "You're probably going to get mad, but I took the boys to get a haircut today and it's really short. Maybe they look a little bald - it's very short. You'll see in the morning."

I didn't have time at the time to get mad because "Mommy was pooped" and also they looked really handsome when I got to see them the next day. We took some pictures once I'd wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

At ease soldier!

The truth is Seth looks good bald and he's got hair that is easy to manage, but I'd been growing out Nate's hair for a reason. We're about halfway there now.

They looked so handsome yesterday after a visit to see Mike the Barber with Daddy. I took some pics this morning:





- L.

PS. No more haircut ambushes, OK Gamma Rita?

PPS. I dressed them in the same outfits today on purpose.

When You Look Away...

When you look away is always when the magic happens.

I made the mistake of looking here when my boys made a dragon:

At the time I thought it was a pretty good dragon made out of magnet letters on the fridge so I said "Hold on, I'll go and grab my camera..." and then chugged upstairs and downstairs to fetch it.

This is my boys showing off their dragon:



The level of excitement on the left is palpable. Nate of course was making his regular face for the camera, so don't read too much into it.

Except, somewhere between taking a picture of a dragon only a mommy could love, Nate made a fairly fantastic chicken:



And I'm going to work on looking away a little more often.*

- L.

PS. Something you will either get or not, but foxes do love a chicken (albeit sometimes a little too hard).

*But not for too long. Looking away is also when the mischief happens.

Boogee, Sandy & Mornings Meals

Growing up as an only child in Small Town, Canada I came up with my fair share of alter-egos – some of which I still think of as fairly cool, like "Green Girl" who was a superhero of some kind. I had my "Eddie" phase and "Meeks" phase and I'm not sure how much any of those affected my parents, but I do know that "Mornings Meals" was a moniker I lived by that required a lot of explaining to guests in our home (and at least one babysitter).

With that said, meet Sandy and Boogee (the "g" is a soft g as in "gee whiz"). Sandy and Boogee have been around most of the summer and failure to acknowledge the respective parties as such has been met with correction. My boys have a few other alter-egos also (they get it from their mother), but Sandy and Boogee are far and away the most popular.

Seth is Boogee. He lives in the CN Tower and has a baby named Lassie that cries a lot. He also has a cat named Woolie and I am allowed to visit on Sundays at which time he will make me breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Nate is Sandy. He lives in a Boogle and has a baby named Mommy. Mommy is an easy baby and doesn't cry. She will be all grown up by Christmas which is a relief since having another Mommy around would be a big help. Sandy also has a cat named Gloomby and I am welcome anytime, but I shouldn't expect meals.

This is the CN Tower that Boogee lives in with an adjoining Boogle for Sandy:

 

I think it's nice that they want to live side-by-side – even though there will always be disagreements about one thing or another. You can't tell in this picture, but Seth is getting a bit annoyed with the "adjustments" Nate is making to the CN tower part:

But when the finger comes out, look out!

"This is your last warning, Nate! NAAAAATE!
You can keep doing that I guess, but then you will have to go to your room.
OK. Time to go to your room Nate!"*

- L.

*It's always weird to hear my own words (more or less) echoed back at me. Boogee is going to make a fine Mommy someday (even if his baby does cry all the time).

A Warning

A warning from the OP: if you possess fur or feathers Nate is going to love you.

"Here I am - ready to love you!"

Relentlessly and without mercy.*

"You are enjoying this, yes? Because I love you. My thumbs digging into
your breastbone are a sign of my devotion. Let's run away together."

- L.

PS. My boys couldn't be more different when it comes to animals. Nate chases squirrels and birds hoping to catch one to "love". Seth on the other hand is extremely wary and often asks "is that going to eat me?" first. 3 and a half is a wonderfully imaginative time, but it's also fraught with a good deal of imaginary danger.

One of my favourite Seth-isms on seeing a man holding a wee Pomeranian:

"Is that man holding the dog so it won't eat me?"

*We all have our kryptonite. Nate comes unglued at the sight of wasps. He's never been stung. Fur and feathers = good. Insects are generally good, worms are fun and so far no one has inherited my fear of spiders.