We have a floater…

23 Aug

IMG_7674Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a floater. Only a big deal if you know how worried I was that this child would never a) put her face in the water, or b) let me wash her hair without a huge fuss. But somehow between several days spent at the lake this summer and a swim instructor who was just a little bit forceful (thanks, I think), J was actually floating on her back the other day and bobbing up and down in the pool, swallowing more water than is likely healthy. I don’t know that I would go so far as to call her a ‘water kid’ – but at least she’s a ‘I’m-kindof-okay-with-getting-water-in-my-eyes’ kid. In my mind that is something to celebrate. So ding ding!

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Pride

21 Aug

This falls under the ‘better late than never’ category. For the second year in a row we snagged a cool spot to snap some photos of the Vancouver pride parade. Colourful doesn’t quite cover it – it is a full on visual overload, and, hands down, one of the more entertaining parades I’ve ever attended. Here’s a couple highlights…

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IMG_7589These two were a kick in the pants…

IMG_7612…and something about a pink bus just brings a smile to my face…

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IMG_7530IMG_7547 IMG_8905IMG_7550IMG_7559IMG_7645IMG_7514IMG_7633IMG_7632IMG_7616IMG_8928IMG_7556IMG_8912IMG_8910IMG_8924IMG_8901IMG_8925IMG_7607 We spent most of the parade as spectators a few stories above, out of the crowds and the sun. Only after the parade did we wander with the masses in the street. But it’s important to note: when I asked J where she’d like to sit next year, she told me in no uncertain terms that she wants to be part of the party. Sitting on the sidewalk, potentially getting soaked by water guns, rubbing shoulders with the scantily clad, and, more importantly, close enough to catch any prizes that might come her way. Fair enough. And as a side note, J is getting so good with our little point and shoot camera that she may very well be in charge of documenting next year’s parade…

p.s. Pictures from last’s year’s Pride Parade

Veranda Beach 2014

5 Aug

Last week we spent some time at Veranda Beach, hanging out with old friends (some older than others, wink wink), dipping our feet in the lake, sipping on cold beverages, getting our BBQ on, and watching some fifty odd little feet run around like crazy. Here’s a few snippets.

IMG_7456IMG_7201IMG_7193IMG_7499IMG_7416We were so proud of J for finally putting her face in the water – she has never really been a “water baby” and even bath time can be challenging some days. But seeing a bunch of other kids splash and play confidently in the water was better than any swimming lesson she has ever taken. So thanks, kids! Continue reading

Bits and Bites

22 Jul

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Strawberry Picking

10 Jul

IMG_6360IMG_6335IMG_6348IMG_6339IMG_6341IMG_6388IMG_6357IMG_6362IMG_6395IMG_6349IMG_6412IMG_6356IMG_6365IMG_6384IMG_6406IMG_6403IMG_6421IMG_6415IMG_6422IMG_6410IMG_6423IMG_6340IMG_6430IMG_6433A couple of weeks ago we met Great Auntie D and Cousin L for  a strawberry picking session at Emma Lea farms. I hadn’t been strawberry picking in years and it was a fun way to spend a summer afternoon. J seemed to be enjoying herself, jumping over the rows of strawberries and (surprise, surprise) eating more than she collected. When we were done we had 16 pounds (!) of delicious, super sweet strawberries. We rewarded ourselves with strawberry milkshakes that went down way too fast. I don’t know why we don’t make milkshakes with fresh berries at home all the time. We capped the afternoon with a jump in Great Auntie D’s pool, which also served to rinse off the strawberry juice stuck in between little toes. Next up: blueberries!

P.S.  I had no great plan for the strawberries we brought home. We ended up making lots of strawberry slurpees, a strawberry rhubarb crumble using this tasty recipe, strawberry scones, strawberry syrup to go on our pancakes one morning, and a strawberry spinach salad. The remaining strawberries are in my freezer but I don’t need to think about them for a while if you know what I mean.

TIP * Field strawberries are like little sponges and absorb water quickly – keep them fresher for longer by avoiding washing them until right before your eat them :-)

Car Free Day

4 Jul

IMG_6152A few weeks ago we spent the afternoon strolling Denman street for Car Free Day. And while we navigate the majority of our days car-free because a) parking is too crazy-expensive in the city b) by the time you find parking it’s actually quicker to walk and c) it’s how we tire J out – something about walking up the middle of the street (when you spend your days constantly telling your child to stay off the road) makes you realize how great it would be to have more car-free spaces.

IMG_6163J was running into her little friends left, right and centre, which seems to be the case lately. I always thought it would be tough to carve out a community in a big city, but kids have a way of doing that for us, especially once they hit school-age.

IMG_6226The weather was a bit overcast, but warm, and we only had to take shelter once and wait for a rainy patch to pass. It’s that time of year where I pretty much refuse to bring my umbrella out, almost as if I’m willing the rain to stay away. Futile but optimistic at least.

IMG_6189IMG_6191Not sure what this look means. I think it’s her ‘I’m trying not to smile’ look.

IMG_6173We ran into so many friendly and familiar faces…

IMG_6223…watched this mural come to life…

IMG_6211…and J got a balloon bunny from ‘Arty who likes to party’

IMG_6222IMG_6215IMG_6193IMG_6200This kind woman blended up a delicious smoothie for us. It took her a while, and a few calories, but she made it happen.

IMG_6227IMG_6240Painted faces and lolipops = Best. Day. Ever. When you’re four at least.

IMG_6234IMG_6236She walked the line

IMG_6243How pretty are these bike tires? I’ll take a yellow and pink set please.

IMG_6244IMG_6250We’ve gone to a few car-free  days over the years, but this one made me really appreciate the value in creating more permanent car-free spaces. The relaxed vibe, the ability to linger and to chat with your neighbours is something that we sometimes miss out on when we hop into our cars and drive away. Maybe if we all just slap a pair of colourful tires on our bike it will encourage us to leave the car keys at home more often? At least until the rain comes back…

Chasing Seagulls

27 Jun

IMG_5995IMG_6002IMG_7942IMG_7926IMG_6046IMG_6053IMG_6032IMG_6056IMG_6059IMG_6037IMG_6038IMG_6039IMG_6045IMG_6025IMG_6034IMG_6027IMG_6011IMG_6048A few weeks ago, J, my sister and I took a day trip to our old stomping grounds, White Rock Beach. So much had changed in our hometown and it made me a bit sad to see all the development; the enormous houses jammed onto tiny lots, stop lights where once there were none, and quaint old structures dwarfed by new condos – some places were unrecognizable and I even took a few wrong turns in a place that I used to know so well. * Sigh. But despite the inevitable growth of the city and dwindling charm, there was something that remained so perfect; and for the most part, intact. The East beach is still home to my favourite fish and chips joint Moby Dick’s – and that particular strip of beach is still pretty old school. There’s not many places (other than certain chain restaurants) that I can say I’ve frequented for nearly my entire life. But Moby Dick’s has been around since the late seventies. And so have I :-). I went to school with a boy whose parents (at the time) ran the place, and I remember them sending us fish and chips after my mom had a baby (which one, I don’t know). And even though ownership has changed hands and the colour has been swapped from white to bright blue, it’s that greasy-good taste and tartar sauce served in a beer box that brought back flashes of childhood. The smell of hot beach rocks, salty air and seagulls surfing the breeze that culminated to create a sweet moment of nostalgia and contentedness. Toss in a giggling four-year-old chasing down seagulls and some time spent with my sister and call it a great day. Those moments. They are the ones.

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