Hip Hip Hooray

I love my camera. I really do. And am so thankful that in it's five years, it's never been dropped, stepped on, spilt on, left behind or stolen. Sometimes though it can be a bit big. Like when I have three bags and a baby to carry. Or that time we went out for breakfast and other diners averted their eyes as we snapped the bean gumming her first pack of Premium Plus.

So after months of debate I got brave and bought a really great little camera. It fits in pockets and purses. It is wonderful. I'm not afraid for it's life when I take it on the boat and feel like I've already captured so much more of the everyday. Three cheers for small! 

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Bikefest Baby (and handsome daddy)

Rock on Little Scoot

Young Yeller

This week Frances has been working hard on a new set of bottom molars. The matching top pair debuted about six weeks ago. Once these two finally show they’ll be number eleven and twelve, officially putting us past the half-way mark (babies get only twenty teeth, who knew). 

Even though teething dread is right up there with labour dread, colic dread, sleeplessness dread and tantrum dread, so far it’s been a notch or so above barely noticeable (lucky stars were thanked in the writing of this post). She has been so good about it (compared to the tears, interrupted sleep and gnawed frozen bagel mountain I was expecting) that it often takes me a bit to realize that new teeth are on their way. Then, of course, I feel awful.

She gets a tad more impatient and a tad and a half more yelly (as in “yell, hold me” and “yell, here this toy is for you”, “yell-yell, I SAID this toy is for you”). That's it. A quick gum check sets my oh god could this be the terrible-twos early mind at ease and ushers in an extra dose of cuddling (on the double) for the brave little molar grower.

Favourite Sights: Summer Edition

Next to these two across from me at cold stone: 

This is fast becoming one of my favourite sights of summer: 

In The Driver's Seat

(Photo by Nanna)

Some Summer Snaps

Mira Provincial Park:

Rocks in pail, rocks out of pail, rocks in pail, rocks out of pail ...

Picking up grass. 

Way better than picking up (stupid colourful is-everywhere) litter.

Happy Backyardigan.

Sampling.

Joker is wild (and is a stealer of smoothie sips)