"I'm Flea!"

Tobin just celebrated his 3rd birthday on Valentine's day. It was pretty fun, he had all his buddies over, or as he refers to them "my people". Cake, booze, fatty pastries. Typical kid party.
Here's a selection of pics from the last little while.

How old are you?

Nice cake. That's right I made the cake*. When people found this out it was as if I had floated to the ceiling and danced upon it, they were so astounded.

Nick, doing some reading.

"The children are NOT for eating, Viking."

or

One of these things is not like the other....

or

Nick, Livia, Crazy Uncle Fester.

or

Cute babies and uhhh....

How DOES she do it? I can see this showing up on failblog...

"Help help, we're c-c-c-c-old!!"

Job perks

* Okay, so Ann-Marie iced it and put the strawberries on it.

The Worst Parent in the World

So I went down to Kelowna today to visit Grampa Allan and to get Tobin out on his bike to enjoy some snow free times. It was a good visit, but somehow, whenever I'm looking after the kids the shizzazle always hits the fan and it's chaos all day.
It didn't start out so badly. I was fairly well organized with diapers for Nick, wipes, snacks, lunch etc etc. All those things that parents take with them. Chaos level 2

Then we stopped in for a visit: diaper change, lunch, crawling baby, concrete steps, esophagus sized decorative pebbles. Chaos level 3.

Okay let's hit the bike park! Lots of awesome bike riding, swing swinging, poking sticks at things, throwing rocks at ducks etc etc. Chaos at level 1.

So on the way home we stopped at Tobin's number one stopoever: The Caboose.

Good timing, Nick has a turd in his trousers. Oh gosh*, where's the diaper bag? Okay, think fast... Quick, tip the little pancake out onto the shoulder of the road and we'll make it home on a recycled diaper. Oops, Tobin's birthday present from GA just fell out of the car. Hmm, where did that turd go? Oh here it is stuck to the gift! Where's Nick? Right, he's crawling all over the car with a poopy bum and a half installed diaper.... Chaos level 5.

Meanwhile Bear has decided to go bananas** at some strangers walking by, barking and running around in traffic... "Good heavens Bear, you scoundrel hound!***" As this is happening Tobin is calling for me from the caboose, Nick has no pants on and the gift still has a turd stuck to it like a decorative bow. That's when the middle-aged-stranger-lady gives me the look of judgement and disapproval. At that point I started to enjoy it. Chaos level 15.

* What I really said starts with an F.
** What's it like, Bear, to have an ephemeral connection between your brain and the rest of your body? Especially when 5 of the 6 brain cells you have are dedicated to the random operation of your mouth parts?
*** Language was quite a bit stronger.

Oh well, at least I got to ski this, summit of Mt Begbie. Right from the top.

The flat looking trails way down there are our 'gigantic' ski hill

A bit rambly there, but I had to get that off my chest.