Last week was long. Or maybe it just felt long. Frankie's eye teeth are dancing in (two steps forward one step back) and seem to do their heaviest tapping at night. It was also the first week that required some adjustment to a newish work schedule while still trying to get done in a day all that was done before. Consequently there were a lot of rest and refresh expectations riding on this weekend. We faired okay. Just okay. Some to dos were done and some morning relaxation had but I'd gladly take a redo if anyone's mastered that time rewind sequence.
This week should be easier - our new schedule is now scheduled and all the paperwork for this little guy is complete:
Meet David, our new Suzuki. Our not-so-trusty red one was eleven years old and it was a neon surely making it the holder of some sort of longevity record.
This copper fella has lots of fancy features including no need to ever dig the key out from the bottom of your giant and full purse. So long as the key is with you (wedged somewhere between a baby sock and a cheque book) you just press a button to open the door and another to start the car. Although it may sound mundane, the next time you leave the house with a baby, a diaper bag, a fistful of toys, and a giant purse, it will feel revolutionary. Novelty aside, we all feel so very much safer when driving around town. And so very much braver when we venture more than thirty kilometers from home.
Baby in the front seat (parked of course).
Also this.
We had hoped to take Frances on her first boat ride this weekend but the wind and ever earlier sunsets had other ideas. Still she modeled her new life jacket (thank you great aunt ruth and great uncle robert) and it fit as snug as a bug in a rug. Hopefully she'll get a chance to try out her sea legs later this week. No sails, since it takes two of us to sail and at least one more of us to hold onto her, just a nice little motored putt around the harbour. I think she is going to love it.
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