missus magoo

six months

Never thought we'd have a four month old with us on our 15th anniversary date. We found a restaurant that reminded us of our old downtown Winnipeg haunt-Shanghai. Magdelina was a lousy third wheel, I'm afraid. Consumed all of our attention in the restaurant, took a lousy picture of her mom and dad and screamed the whole way home.

Baby #5 fitting perfectly in our little world, at least until Maggie can reach her with those feet.

Emmy's first summer in many years without a new litter of kits to nurture. I forgot what a different deal a dog was. I had the coolest Chihauhau mix pup as a kid who died too soon of a Chocolate Chip overdose and somehow convinced Steve that they rock, so here we are with my dream dog!

Schools out for summer. Playdates with fellow female Schleich lovers, tag and supersoaker fights with the neighbourhood kids, new pet chores and fun, reading for hours everyday or as long as she can find a quiet spot away from her "horrid brothers"...what a life.

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