Sunday Brunch

Meeting of the minds at weekend brunch.

16.5 Months

Acting crazy with daddy...



Quiet story time with Uncle Joel...



Fort-building...



Freak-outs not entertained by mummy...



And another snowfall.

Makka Pakka, is that you?

As much as I would like to pretend that he is looking out the window, staring longingly at the happenings outside, the truth is this photo was taken while he was enraptured by In the Night Garden, most likely Makka Pakka playing his trumpet or Upsy Daisy kissing Iggle Piggle. He loves that show.

2010 Olympics: One Year Later

I was on mat leave during the 2010 Olympics, and living as close as we do to downtown Vancouver (25 minute walk/5 minute drive), we were so lucky to experience a lot of the Olympic Spirit, including watching the Olympic Torch run right past our living room window! Maybe this weekend we will be able to relive that spirit by checking out Illuminate Yaletown or the lantern aquarium. Sadly, Owen won't be reliving the spirit in his velvet hoodie this year.

Message in a Bottle

Aside from flipping the pages of a board book, looking at photographs, or watching In the Night Garden, this is the only time that O is completely, utterly still, allowing us to cuddle and smother him in kisses. He loves his postbath, nighttime bottle. It is our calming ritual.

A Reading Nook

It's not possible for us to have a library in our home, although I wish we could. It's not in our cards anytime soon, so we've carved out our own little nooks for reading. We are both big readers. We each have a pile of books next to our bedside, in the living room, in the bathroom.

We see this in Owen these days, although maybe it's just a phase, but we hope that he carries his reading gene from both sides of his parents' families. He is always running around with a book, sitting on the Persian rug flipping the pages with his pinky, searching for his favourite illustrations (usually a dog, cat, or child on a swing). And while he loves his trucks and balls, it's those books that he can't get enough of.

He has started using his Glo-Worm in his crib as a night light, and when we peek our head into the room, he is sitting up in his bed, book on lap, with Glo-Worm casting a warm...glow. I so remember doing the same thing as a child, which probably explains my extremely poor vision.


I cannot wait to get him his own chair, padded with with sheepskin, so he can sit in the living room by the fireplace and read all he wants next to mummy and daddy.

Pimples and Closed Doors

I see a teenager in this little guy's face in this picture. I suppose it's not too far down the road.