Archive for December, 2016

Sand Storm

December 29, 2016

We didn’t really take into consideration the impact sand would have on our lives when we decided to build a sand box. Nope, the focus was predominating on the fun the boys would have not just by acquiring a large sandy place to play with their trucks, dinosaurs and digging toys, but on how much they would enjoy the process of actually building it. And while the building was fun and the playing is even more fun, the open invitation for billions of sand particles into my home is absolutely zero fun. And despite the implementation of a system of disrobing and shoe removing and sometimes a hosing down of the feet, the sand still finds a way into the house forcing me to put down my cup of tea and snacks, pause my soap opera watching, delay the afternoon I had planned trying on new clothes, teasing out new hairstyles and playing with bolder make-up ideas as I gossip on the phone with my other mom friends, cos we all know thats how us full time mothers actually spend our days. Ok whoops, and pause ⏸ some passive aggressive totally unrelated to sand-box building anger seeping through the cracks there. Back to sand and its invasion on our lives. Or not, lets just get to the photos part, much more fun.

Hitting the Home Depot for lumber selection.

Siblings.

Cullen approves the layout and location of proposed sand box.

While Cullen napped the big boys glove up and get to work.

So the sandbox building was paused cos Andre had an interview scheduled with a Canadian radio station.

Keane and Andre’s mom watch on patiently.

Andre, in serious media mode.

Interview done, back to work.

It doesn’t look like it, but Andre is helping. The moral support kind of help.

A run to the local quarry to pick up a truck full of sand.

Manual labor, puts hair on your chest.

Hooray! Cullen’s awake and ready to get suck in.

Andre is back with his mortal support and his curiosity at how it all turned out.

Opps, distracted again.

Our little friend Dylan dropped by to check out the finished result.

It all looked very appetizing to Dylan, he kept trying to sneak a taste.

Christmas Day 2016

December 27, 2016

Christmas has me shredded. The madness of the weeks and days leading in, the madness of the day itself, shredded. But when you have kids and when your hosting the Christmas Day dinner, you shut up and power on. Sitting is not an option. Not when you don’t want to miss a second of the kids absolute joy at discovering Santa did in fact come, and brought everything they wanted and more. So what you do is you caffeinate, until the hour is appropriate to switch it to wine. Now, what that hour is for everyone differs, but at Christmas, early is completely appropriate and acceptable. Then you continue to sip throughout the day telling yourself you’ll make it. You will get to a point when all the gifts have been opened, played with and talked about, when everyone has been fed, when the kids excitement and adrenaline has finally peaked and is now headed for a crash. Within minutes of hitting the bed, they’re out for the count, and not long after that, so are you. Sleeping the sleep of survival. A brain now free of trying to remember everything that goes into making the Christmas experience magical for the most important people, the kids.

The last thing that needed to be done on Christmas Eve was the baking of the cookies for Santa.

Yes, we washed our hands before we started. We don’t want Santa getting any kind of cross-contamination.

Flour clouds.

Eventually we got to the part where we roll the dough and cut the cookies.

I’m sure nobody is surprised to see that we made both dinosaur and truck cookies for the jolly man.

Between cookies breaking and cookies being consumed, Santa was lucky to be left with 1 dinosaur and 1 truck cookie.

Cullen on sprinkle clean up.

Its Christmas Day! Santa came! We got everything we wanted, and more.

My big headed child. Santa brought helmet sized age 3-5 and its still too small. North Pole exchanges will be happing this week.

Later in the morning our friend and Olympic sprint medalist Andre De Grasse finally woke up to come join the gift unwrapping. He got poppers in his stocking, but had no clue what they were.

So we mocked him, and because he has a sense of humor, he laughed.

All this unwrapping has Dexter beat.

Another gift that had Andre struggling, Jacobs Ladder.

So again, we mocked him cos even Keane had it figured out.

Time to take some of the gifts outside.

Scooter works.

Cullen got his own scooter, but much preferred Keane’s. Another North Pole exchange happening this week.

Finally got Cullen to give his own scooter a go, but minus a helmet, well, cos, the big head issue.

Keane off to the lake to test out his Thunder Trax. Its a remote control vehicle that goes on land and water.

It works!

Back to the gravel to play with all the vehicles.

Bonus features, both Cullen’s trucks have water squirting abilities.

Merry Christmas Eve

December 24, 2016

Its Christmas Eve. We are in the thick of our preps for tomorrows big day. Our last minute shopping is complete. Our house is a shambles but we’re working on it. Right now the priority for the boys is the building of a snow village to be used as the centre piece for our Christmas Day dinner. To build such a village you will need: 1 cake stand, fake snow, miniature cottages, miniature trees, play-duh snowmen, a couple of dinosaurs and a truck (obviously). I mean, what kind of village would it be without some visitors from the jurassic period??

House Party

December 21, 2016

A cold, wet and rainy evening calls for some gingerbread decorating with friends. A project largely based on ludicrous amounts of sugar consumption a few short hours before bedtime, what could possibly go wrong? Sugar high, followed by sugar crash with a side of grumpy, thats what. But listen, Christmas, memories and all that other sh*t we tell ourselves to make it ok.

Cullen volunteered to help me with the set up. Basically, he taste tested all the candy.

Our friends Julian and Amaya arrive and its finally time to pepper these houses with all kinds of candy.

In the gingerbread zone.

Julian patiently waits for the frosted roof to be complete so he can start adding his candy.

Amaya’s decorating approach is careful and thoughtful.

Last year more candy made it into Cullen’s belly than onto his house. This year an impressive amount of candy actually made it onto the house.

Uh oh! Whats about to happen here?

Of course, lets suck the frosting directly out of the pouch. A much faster track to the bloodstream.

Julian applies the finishing touches.

Some candy for Amaya’s tree.

Everyone wanted a photo with their finished house. Here is Julian.

Amaya, delighted with here little house.

Keane, wondering what he’s going to eat next from his house.

Cullen had zero interest in getting a photo next to his house.

Our friends have left, the clean up is done and we are still eating gingerbread houses.

Take To The Ice

December 18, 2016

Like every family this time of year, we are busy creating lots of memories and establishing family traditions with the boys. At their age everything fills them with excitement, questions on all things Christmas are endless, and their belief in the magical is positively contagious. As I watch them every fiber in my brain literally screams at them to never grow up. I want them to be this happy and this excited forever. To find the pure joy in the smallest of things. Its an impossible wish I know, growing up is something that happens to us all. But I wish it anyway as I continue to capture all of their special moments. I don’t have the power to stop time, but I do have the power to preserve it with every click of my shutter.

Cullen’s first ice-skating experience.

This was Keane’s second time to skate, we took him last Christmas too.

Cullen feeling brave enough to “do it myself Dada”

Keane is desperate to have this skating thing figured out. Ice rink independent is his ultimate goal.

Oops!

Some fast lap skating compliments of Daddy before we pack up our skates.