I love how Tobin looks like skateboarder in this picture
When animals attack!
Send it!
a (not so) momentary lapse in parental judgement
Body slam off the ropes!
aaaahhhh, so fun
happy little jumpers
Monday, October 24, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
a posting of poached pics
Still waiting on a used charger so we can take photos again... In the meantime, here are a few from this weekend, from Nana
The boys at Nana and Poppa Paul's while I got out for a good long bike ride
Hmmmm, is this where they spent the day?
Thanksgiving trampolining with Coen.
Who's tired?
Coen and Parker. Or is it a picture of Chris when he was the same age... hard to tell!
Middle aging cousins
Cousins
What? Me? Nuthin...
Sunday, September 25, 2011
an update!
Haha, just kidding. Actually there's nothing I'd like to do more than write a post and put up some fantastic pictures of the past two months. We had a great holiday, put a nice floor in our new house, Ann-Marie started her three months of clinical work in Prince George... But we've lost the charger for our camera and I can't bear to put anyone through a six paragraph description of the caboose we stayed in on Active pass. So thusly, you'll have to wait til we find the charger so we can take some pictures to put on the blog. Stay tuned, we haven't abandoned ship!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Moooooved
The beagle has landed. We have a roof over our heads now, but not really a floor under our feet. We bought a house on 8th st* and have moved in, but are currently camping out in the basement while flooring is sorted out.
It's a bit of a transition leaving our lot in the Big Ed to being downtown with neighbours on either side in front and in back. But we're settling in.
We spent a few (? - can't remember now!) weeks house sitting here and there, but spent most of our time at Mardi and Darrell's in Arrow Heights. It was here that I had an epiphany and concluded that, no, we do not belong in Arrow Heights. Not so much because it isn't a nice place, because it was awesome up there. More it was the social shockwave of going from the Big Eddy and transcending the socio-economic ladder right to upper middle class. It was akin to social sublimation going from semi-rural-ghetto --> nice houses, mowed lawns and dogs on leashes.
What brought me to this conclusion you ask? We'll it's hard to say, but it might have been:
A) The dog running out and barking at every person that walked by, and humping any dog that came within 100m of him.
B) Yard quickly becoming overwhelmed with broken and misplaced things (underwear, toys, garden equipment)
C) Feral children wandering down the road at 8 o'clock in the morning moaning "daaaaddddyyyy!" while I was walking the dog.
D) Turd eating dog.
Yes, Big Eddy Brothers and Sisters, we're breaking new ground here! We're on the outside now and, let me tell you, it's scary. All these new and strange customs (where are the couches on the lawn? There are no broken down cars here? What happened to Ricky, Julian and Bubbles?), but we're coping. We'll miss Clean Frank and Glen and their collection of garbage bags and dishwashers on the lawn. Clarence, I'll miss your murderous gaze as you drove slowly by; Sam, how will we predict water outages if we don't see your excavator working?
Luckily for us, we have neighbours who have expertly distilled all things Big Eddy down into a 50x100' lot. Right next door. Things like
A) Cars all over the yard (which double as bedrooms, evidently)
B) Vicious dogs
C) Public wasted-ness (not just drunkeness)
D) Cooking over a campfire a la cavemen**
* we're slowly buying up all the houses on 8th st and will soon build a perimeter fence with razor wire so we can start our own religion.
** lotta squirrels around here, but fewer every day... Makes a guy wonder what they're eating over there.
It's a bit of a transition leaving our lot in the Big Ed to being downtown with neighbours on either side in front and in back. But we're settling in.
We spent a few (? - can't remember now!) weeks house sitting here and there, but spent most of our time at Mardi and Darrell's in Arrow Heights. It was here that I had an epiphany and concluded that, no, we do not belong in Arrow Heights. Not so much because it isn't a nice place, because it was awesome up there. More it was the social shockwave of going from the Big Eddy and transcending the socio-economic ladder right to upper middle class. It was akin to social sublimation going from semi-rural-ghetto --> nice houses, mowed lawns and dogs on leashes.
What brought me to this conclusion you ask? We'll it's hard to say, but it might have been:
A) The dog running out and barking at every person that walked by, and humping any dog that came within 100m of him.
B) Yard quickly becoming overwhelmed with broken and misplaced things (underwear, toys, garden equipment)
C) Feral children wandering down the road at 8 o'clock in the morning moaning "daaaaddddyyyy!" while I was walking the dog.
D) Turd eating dog.
Yes, Big Eddy Brothers and Sisters, we're breaking new ground here! We're on the outside now and, let me tell you, it's scary. All these new and strange customs (where are the couches on the lawn? There are no broken down cars here? What happened to Ricky, Julian and Bubbles?), but we're coping. We'll miss Clean Frank and Glen and their collection of garbage bags and dishwashers on the lawn. Clarence, I'll miss your murderous gaze as you drove slowly by; Sam, how will we predict water outages if we don't see your excavator working?
Luckily for us, we have neighbours who have expertly distilled all things Big Eddy down into a 50x100' lot. Right next door. Things like
A) Cars all over the yard (which double as bedrooms, evidently)
B) Vicious dogs
C) Public wasted-ness (not just drunkeness)
D) Cooking over a campfire a la cavemen**
* we're slowly buying up all the houses on 8th st and will soon build a perimeter fence with razor wire so we can start our own religion.
** lotta squirrels around here, but fewer every day... Makes a guy wonder what they're eating over there.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Christina Lake!
Tobin just let a big one rip here. It's amazing (and hilarious) that 4 year old's can fart like full sized adults.
Mmmmm, there's nothing more delicious than a hot dog roasted over a fire. On a sandy beach.
Not so jazzed on sandy hot dogs.
One of our only family photos. As coordinated as it will ever get! And, no, my hairline is not thinning as it appears to be in this picture. Just for the record.
One thrilled. One terrified.
Boat ride boat ride!!
Boat ride boat ride!!
Boat ride boat ride!!
A bit of painting
Hats for sale
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Moving....somewhere!
Yes, sold the house, now we're bank account rich and home poor. Haven't decided on what to do next, but maybe after the weekend we'll have a clearer idea!
I'm not sure how I feel about moving, it's been a good house to us and we'll miss it, and the yard. It's the house we were married at, brought the kids home to... But onwards to a new adventure! No sense looking back now.
I'm not sure how I feel about moving, it's been a good house to us and we'll miss it, and the yard. It's the house we were married at, brought the kids home to... But onwards to a new adventure! No sense looking back now.
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