love this girl
really working on the bubble blowing game
Zo and one of her besties Maddie
Egg hunter extraordinaire
My nephew kept saying “Come ON Zozo, let’s go get your Mummy”
Attempt at a family shot
Good Friday was really nice weather wise and we did an impromptu egg hunt at a local greenhouse. JUST squeaked in prenap Easter egg hunt at a local garden centre. Felt SO nice to be outside…spring is coming/nearly here!
Getting her colouring game on with Papa
Chilly at the cabin
Saturday we went to the cabin and had a lovely meal with G’s Dad, Mom, brother and Aunt and Uncle. Z was wanting to spend the entire time playing with bubbles and colouring–she was kind of grumpy (which we later learned was from a double ear infection eeep) so early night for her, and funnily enough Garret and I weren’t that far behind.
LOVE these two
Sunday we hosted my Mum, my brother and his family and us Walshes at our place. The weather was kind of dumpy so the kids played inside and Z was not herself. My Norman Rockwell disease came into effect once more and the gorgeous Easter family meal I had envisioned didn’t quite turn out. Food was delicious, decor was gorgeous, but my little darling daughter did not play the part of adorable child. Jeeze….kids these days. It was really nice to have a long weekend at home together–usually we are traveling all over the place, but this year we are making a concentrated effort to spend more time at home.
This weekend was about driving to Meaford, some last minute Christmas shopping, and time spent with my mother in law, brother in law and future (we all hope!) sister in law. Zoë getting spoiled and snuggled and loved on by family. Garret got a new truck, and cleaned our old one til it looked brand new (don’t think it has ever been so clean) Sunday morning was all about getting to go back to sleep while my MIL hung out with our little early riser. G and I got to go back to bed from 7-9…life changing. There was a lot of driving around this weekend, some naps in cars, cuddles with dogs, and two chances to dress up. Not enough pictures taken by me so had to steal some.
This weekend was also about managing expectations as a parent. Realizing it is TOTALLY OK to bring a 15month old to a party in her super cute Christmas jammies. Even if you packed a super adorable dress for the occasion…Realizing that life with a walking, clumsy, death defying feat hunting toddler is obviously different. We cannot just relax at dinner parties any longer. (Unless they are being hosted in a child proof rubber room) These things are OK, this is our life right now, and if we can manage tag team eating styles, we simultaneously eat and keep our daughter alive, then what more can we ask for.
Last Christmas I had a wee adorable blob of a 2 month old. I would put her somewhere and she would stay there, content to stare at the lights on my Mums Christmas tree. I have a video I should share of her just laying under the tree making this hilarious and oh-so-cute noise. Dec 3rd due to some unforeseen daycare issues I had a found day at home with Z. We cleaned the house (me not her), had naps (her not me) and then went over to visit Nana for a bit in the afternoon. My Mum and I were laughing as she dug through the pile of to be wrapped gifts (including some for her) and just played with the boxes….and a small bottle of rum that is going into her Dad’s stocking. Z’s first Christmas we could do everything around her without her noticing, this Christmas she gets into everything, but definitely is not having any surprises ruined as we wrap gifts with her “help” Next year presents will have to be hidden away, with a lot more sneaking around to start. I am so looking forward to her being excited about Santa, about sneaking to the mall to find the perfect gift for her Dad, tales of reindeer and wise men and snowmen to come…but I will enjoy this Christmas where it will take very little to make all Z’s Christmas dreams come true.
Father’s day is coming this weekend and it has suddenly taken on a whole new meaning to me. I am pretty gushy sentimental (as if you couldn’t guess) so I wanted to do something fun/special for he who I am about to make a father. All of my ideas involved a bunch of money which isn’t so practical at the moment so instead I bought a gift that is sort of for G but mostly for the babe
Starting Gus’s love of reading as soon as possible
There was a Father’s Day section at Chapters where I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to pick out the perfect book. So obviously I ended up with two. A super cute animal one and then one about building a dog house with Daddy. I couldn’t pass up either one. I just thought G could read them to Gus when s/he arrives and I will just melt into a puddle of hormonal goo at how cute that would be.
I like the idea of starting some sort of Father’s day tradition(s). Letting him sleep in will likely be gift enough at that point!
Anyone have any fun/fond memories of things they did with their Dads when they were little? One of my nicest memories is watching The A-Team with my Dad. Fun and full or Mr. T, but not necessarily what I have in mind.