Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Revisionist History

For the big guy, last night's sleep was troubled. More than once we heard the pitter patter of little feet traveling quickly towards our room. Some monster was invading his dreams and disturbing his thoughts.

CanaMom was quick to deduce the likely culprit and laid the blame squarely at the foot of the Hulk. The big guy had insisted on watching some Incredible Hulk, replacing the usual Spider-man, before bed last night. Hulk smash!

Big green angry monsters, alien super villains, and giant mutant bugs all seemed to be legitimate source of some downright scary dreams.

This morning though, the big guy was quick to deflect all blame from that "only a little bit scary Hulk". The culprit, he claims, was the Backyardigans. Of course.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Patriotic little hoser

The pumpkin man is getting ready for the Olympics next year. He's practicing his staredown of the figure skating mogul skiing judges.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Family Day Skate

This past family day weekend, CanaDad's sister came out for a visit. With actual winter weather in Toronto, apart from stockpiling supplies at the local LCBO, it was an opportunity to hit the ice. So we packed everyone into the car and headed down to the Evergreen Brickworks.

This was the little dude's second time on skates. Technically his third, although I'm not counting the first time when he refused to put on skates and was pushed around the ice on a chair by yours truly. I know you've all been there.

Clearly I'm failing as a great Canadian hockey parent, as those bound for the NHL are already outskating their parents at this age. At least we hit our hoser quota with the classic Bauer helmet and the bright orange skate frame, a staple of community rinks everywhere.

By the third lap the little man was actually starting to get the hang of it.  By this point some of his weight was on his feet rather than on the back of whichever adult was holding the short straw.

Great times were had by all, augmented of course by mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

Old man winter, feel free to stick around a while longer.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Heart Attack Man

This morning I was awoken by chest pains.

It was sudden, then gone, then again, a tight painful constriction in my chest. Great, heart attack already. What am I? Still 35 last time I checked. But wait, the rest of the signs weren't there.

Phew. Not a heart attack then.

Wait, there was the pain again. Why? Anxiety? The beginning of Day 2 of Daddy Daycare and already I was overwhelmed? I'd never live this down. But no, day one went quite well. So not anxiety then either.

One more time, a quick sharp pain, but as I ran down the symptoms the source started to dawn on me.

Chest pains, check.
Shortness of air, check.
Pre-schooler's full bodyweight pinning his pillow on my face, check.

Good morning family. So a Full English for breakfast then?

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Back in the SAHD-dle

Things you realize when you're home alone with the baby.

re: poop - while the Exersaucer excels at initiation, it fails spectacularly at containment.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013