DPoD The Real June 28th - Mmmmm Cookies

I can tell that I'm in summer mode already. I've already lost track of what day is what.
So daddy was a little bored last night and decided that it was time to make some cookies. Daddy was also getting bored of the usual chomocolate chip cookies, so he decided to investigate other recipes. He came across double chocolate peanut butter thumbprint cookies. It sounds as though someone was finally able to challenge the old Reece Peanut butter cup premise that nothing could combine chocolate and peanut butter and taste as good.
The boys beg to differ as evidenced by the speed as which they were consumed and the amount of chocolate that was able to get all over their faces and hands. They're super yummy...so if you're local enough to come by and try one please do soon, as they won't likely last long.

DPoD June 28th - Mommy's Wonderful Garden

We've all been commenting recently as to how mommy's garden has really been filling in beautifully this year. I was hoping to get some photos of the boys standing in front of the different flowers with fabulous smiles. No such luck. Here's the gallery of photos with the reason why they didn't partake at the end.

The white and pink hibiscus (yet to flower)

The red hiubiscus (growing like stink, but also yet to flower):

Some other very beautiful flowers

Whatever is growing out of the bottom of the old apple tree that the rascally rabbit really chewed
The remains of the apple tree with new growth at the very bottom:

Two monkeys that refused to be separated from running a car down to the bottom of the slide and over the dumptruck.

June 27th - the Return of the DPoD

To follow up on Saje's comment, the school year has certainly flown by. Today marks my last day at work for the summer, which I'm spending at home with Big C as he has run out of all options for care.

To that end I have recommitted myself to the DPoD. Please expect to look in daily to see what we're up to and ideally the summer will be much quieter than the school year so that I'll have enough time to get on and update the world.

Today I took the idea from E-man's mama to get out and wash the car. It's been in dire need of it for months, so I thought that 2 sets of hands are better than one. Cue Big C.

He was more than glad to help. He took on the task of making sure that we had everything we needed. The hose, the sponge, the soap (he was very excited about soapy water) and the watering can. I never was too sure about the reason for the last one, but he insisted that he needed it.

Big C was sure to wash down the area first - the driver side rear light needed some special attention:

then apply the sponge with soapy water

Then rinse...though I think that the driveway got rinsed more than the car.

All in all he had a fantastic time. It took about an hour, but it was an hour of laughs and giggles throughout. I think that given the chance we may have a very clean car this summer!

Last day of school

Wow, the year has flown by. At times taking forever, and other times just slipping by. Last night I climbed in to bed with Monkey after he was asleep to snuggle him like I do most nights. He was sleeping flat on his back and his feet are only 1.5 feet from the bottom of the mattress.

*sniffle*

We had the first day of school with the accompanying first bus ride, I was sad as the milestones passed and as much as I embrace them as they go by it is hard to hold the fleeting moments in your hands.

Roll Call Time

So many of you enjoy checking in with the WBs on a regular basis. We're so glad that you are stopping by. Now it is our turn to reach out through the computer screen and find out about you. We have lots of world wide visitors, many of which we have identified, though not all. These numbers are for the last month.

Starting here at home in Canada we are curious to know who you are. I know who some of you are, but not all. We have people regularly checking in with us from Ottawa, Nepean, Outremont, Barrie, Kitchener, Weston, London, Islington, Toronto, Winnipeg and East York. I would love it if you would drop us a comment and say hi so we can tie it together : )

Quote of the day

Some history here. Big C and Grandma made a mug together so that he could eat his soup out of a mug with his hand prints on it like Monkey does. He broke it the second week that it was in use. Grandma finally agreed to make him a new one.

Big C-I have a nug, a nug, a nug!! and it isn't broken yet.

Grandma -sigh

Monkey's end of year concert

Monkey's end of year concert was a big success!! Dave, Big C and I were very proud of him!

He sang very well
And danced very well. He even played the air banjo very well (not shown in this photo, don't bother looking)
At the end there was a celebration with cake.
mmmm, cakeYay, we've had a fun year!!!
There is a video of the concert. We are currently on the market for more memory for our Vic 20 so that we can actually manipulate it and get it on to the web. Stay tuned. It'll be at least a couple of weeks.

Monkey helps with some home improvements

Dave was away the weekend that I painted big C's room. Since he is often in bed pretty early, Monkey and I worked together to paint his room. Here Monkey provides a quick musical interlude: Truly a work of art. I really enjoyed spending time with him working on this together. He is really proud of the finished room and feels that he was a big part of it.

Playing at the park

Monkey running across the park with a big bouquet of dandelions for his mommy : ) Big C making a new friend
Big C showing another mommy what he can do (he is standing on the railing)

Here the three of us are at the park. I tried to take a "self portrait" picture of all of us but it didn't turn out so well!!

Well, you get the idea. I know for sure that the problem had nothing to do with the disproportionate amount of weight that I was putting on the teeter totter thingy.

Matching PJ's

While Dave was away the weather was really warming up. Monkey would only wear his winter weight Cars PJs and he was a puddle a couple hours in to bedtime.

So, I went out and bought actual PJs. The sale was so good in fact, that I bought the boys matching PJ's. How cute is this??!!

Shots of Big C leaving for his first sleepover

"Really? I get to go for a sleepover?"
"lets go Grandma, lets go"
"I'm outta here!"

The room is starting to come together

We don't have our bedding yet due to unforseen circumstances (our friend who was bringing it to us was in a bad car crash), but the wallies and here and the walls are painted. You even get a bonus shot of a sleeping baby : ) Big C loves his room!
It is all in following with the Olive Kids Planes Trains and Trucks Theme. You can click on the link at the top right hand of the page to go and check them out.
I can't wait for the bedding to get here. He is going to lose his mind!!

Big C's First Sleepover-a right of passage

For the last couple of years Big C has watched Monkey head out the door on his way to a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa's house on a weekly basis in a rather oblivious fashion. More recently he has started to make it clear that he would like to go too. He has tried putting his shoes on. He has tried just heading out the door after them. Worst of all, he has tried the sad pouty face. Now he has just been asking without end.

His time has come! Tonight when Grandma showed up and asked who was coming he said "me" like he always does, and he actually got to go!!! As Dave so elequently put it "he pretty much crapped himself when he realised he was going".

Grandma has sent us photos of the proud little man partaking in all of the glorious and exclusive activites of a sleepover.

Thanks Godfather J

The postcards just arrived today. The boys totally flipped out over them (especially Big C). Photos to follow once I get a free moment at home.

The nightmare of a 2 year old

On Saturday night at 11, just as I am falling asleep, Big C wakes up crying. I go into his room and it is clear that he is having a bad dream. I know this because he is still asleep but is saying "don't throw my cookie in the garbage, don't throw my cookie in the garbage".

Life is tough when you are 2.