May/June

One day I took Lily to go buy some beer. We pulled into the parking lot.
Lily: Are we at the sucker store?
Me: The what? We're not at the candy store, if that's what you mean.
Lily: No, the sucker store.
Me: No, we're at the liquor store. Oh HAHAHA, I get it. We're at the "licker" store, not the sucker store.

And one day Lily was being lazy and didn't feel like walking all the way up the stairs.
Lily: Can you carry me, mom?
Mom: You have two legs.
Lily: But you have two legs too!
Touché, little girl. Touché.

Well, where does the time go?

Stuff has happened. Let me try to run through things in order. (Nothing exciting, so don't get too comfy.)

Going waaay back, we found time to head south to see some family for the Easter weekend. It's a shame we don't see more of the family, but that's life.

Fortunately, family decided to come our way for Victoria Day weekend. B&M decided to come over without the kids for a relaxing weekend, which it was! Good times.

 Good food, great company.

 The different Uncle Brian. (The only real one, but whatever.)

 Awww. Sis and bro-in-law. If it looks like he has smoke coming out of his

ears, it's because the cannons on Parliament Hill behind them were booming.

 Crossing the canal.

 Thumbs up for nut-encrusted bacon!

The day after they left, Carrie was to find out whether she had to go to Guam for business on very short notice. I know, where is that even? Very far away, apparently. It turned out she didn't have to go, which suited us both fine as it would have been nearly two weeks away from home. On a muggy tropical island. In a conference room tantalizingly close to the beach.

So life went on. I can't remember too much of importance, so cue photo dump...

Can't believe our little girl is almost 3!

 

No swimming pool, but we make do.

 This kid looooves everything princess.

 It's bike riding season again.

Her very own bike. Look ma, no pedals!

 What a croc! We were at the shoe store and she wanted to try it on.

 Fun grumpy face. Her boots are half full of water from puddle splashing.

(I didn't know this until it poured out all over the floor shortly after.)

 At the playground.

 If only we had a lawn.

 At the local doggie park.

 I wish her car seat reclined a little more. For the sake of her poor little neck.

One day we decided to see what the Great Glebe Garage Sale was all about. We'd never been but heard not-so-great things about parking woes and generally crowded conditions in this neighbourhood called the Glebe. We found parking about 10 minutes' walk away from the action and waded in. It was a little hard to manoeuvre the stroller down the sidewalks, but the streets were clear enough to use. (The odd car that tried to drive through the neighbourhood had a horrible time of it.) What was really convenient was that every two or three houses you came upon another yard sale!

We practiced some restraint and didn't buy all the useless old crap people tend to have for sale. The only thing we came home with was a nice wooden train set. Choo choo!

 Garage sale loot. Um, yeah, for Lily.

Later that day, I headed out for a little run. That's right, it was the annual Ottawa Race Weekend. I had signed up for the 10km race with my almost-semi-pro running buddy Peter. We had a pretty good run. Oh, and then I ran home, which was another 2km. That last brilliant move mangled my knee, so I hobbled around for a number of days afterward.

Thousand people in front of me.

 Many thousands behind me. Odds are good that I will beat some of them.

A week later I woke up. That was my first mistake. Then I tried to get out of bed. Second mistake. I have no idea what I did, but my lower back was extremely sore. So for two weeks I hobbled around like an old man. Refusing to seek medical help... like an old man. It's all better now, so yay.

A few weeks ago some guys disconnected our air conditioning in preparation for some work to be done in the back yard. We were not impressed to hear that it might be two months before we'd have it working again. Not cool. Literally. Oh, and I now have to walk the dog since she can't just do her thing in the yard. And by walk the dog I mean take her to the nearest patch of public grass and tell her to squat already. We've developed a good system.

They're digging out 7 years worth of Daisy's poop!

We went to Westfest on Saturday. There were buskers and balloon animal makers and sidewalk sales and face painting and live music and sundries. Still not sure what Westfest is, but maybe it was just that: a bunch of stuff going on.

 Lily's first cotton candy. It was a hit!

The balloon man made her a slightly oversize magic wand. Yikes!