T with his June-bug buttons. Oh, the endless anxiety these hideous hissing clumsy flying furry bellied creatures have caused Emily and I over the summers here on the Island. We seem to have a surplus in our neighbourhood. But all the hours of quiet we've had this summer while Tommy engages himself in endless games and affectionate conversations with them has nearly redeemed their existence. I just caught him making tiny pictures on tiny cut-out papers and putting them in a pot where his June-bug must wait for his return from an outing.

Tommy had to think fast one day when we called him for supper and he couldn't find a pot to store his buddy under while he ate.

The Sigh-mon

My sweet morning moppy heads and our sweet new pup Twiggy.

oh my baby

In their glory.

The battle for the chair was eventually won by Emily, but the war is far from over.

*sigh* So many photos to choose from, so little time. Hopefully these do the trick.

Simon:

Comes out of nowhere attacking my legs with Steve's measuring tape, "I'm numbering you! I'm numbering you!". Steps back and looks up at me, "You're numbered!!".

Tommy:

Smells his supper grossed out, "That smells like pinecones and feet, mom".

Emily:

Before telling me about something someone told her that she knew would upset me, "I'm afraid you'll burst into flames when I tell you, mom".

Happy Mother's Day to my mom who

gets a kick out of my fate as a hockey mom.

Sitting pretty with my friend at my/her baby shower.

Some pics to keep the regulars happy.
Thanks for checking btw :)

Above: 9 months pregnant on our last date, probably ever-sigh!
Below: Disclaimer: I don't know what the heck I'm doing with photoshop. I'm obsessed with my kid's eyes and I love high contrast B+W but maybe I need to wear my glasses when I mess with my pictures.

Simon Rocks

catching a fast zzzzz

Not a day goes by without this guy amazing me with all he is capable of. He keeps the kids smiling, busy and in line while I...

play dress-up with my dolly. Okay, maybe there's more to it then that. All doable. Walk, rock, talk, smile, kiss, wash, diaper, feed and repeat. Usually done within a horribly messy house with 3 kids whining for supper and a baby suddenly awake and hungry and poop everywhere. Yeah, totally doable *sigh*.

If she's not in school then Emily can usually be found playing hockey and/or rollerblading next door with the neighbourhood boyz-fun!

Emmy doodled anything to do with Hawaii on her face. I'd be pretty surprised if she didn't live there someday.

They are the best of friends, they are the worst of friends.
Simon follows Tom's every whim like a trained puppy until
Tommy goes too far at which point Simon becomes a raging pitbull and Tommy runs for the hills screaming.

And then they redeem themselves all over again.

It's official! Her birth certificate will read:

MAGDELINA RUTH OLIVE

We can't settle on which middle name we love more so she's getting both!

Robin's egg blue number by Auntie Jeanius.

I love yarn and my Aunt Jeanne is a yarn magician. Excuse the silly pic, we were outside and she was very unhappy with the sun in her face.