Alex Vanderveen, 2015

After a very difficult couple of weeks, today we laid our tiny son to rest. Alex Vanderveen lived, unborn, to 25 weeks. We wish desperately that things could have been different, but who are we to question the ways of the Lord?

We are so blessed to be surrounded with family and friends who have helped us through it all. We thank everyone for their prayers and support.

And Lily... where would we be without our Lily? She has been our true ray of sunshine during all of this.

Rest in peace, little Alex. We'll see you in due time.

Home sweet house

Well, we took the plunge. Every year for five years we've been saying "we'll probably buy a house next spring". We even said that this spring. And then, suddenly, we own a house! These things just creep on you.

Carrie has always kept an eye out on MLS, keeping up on what's worth what in what neighbourhood. One day, she said "what about this one?" It happened to be a house I'd checked out online the previous day. The house wasn't super, but the 0.3-acre lot was the biggest we'd ever seen available in the suburbs. Three days later we had a realtor and mortgage pre-approval and went to see the place. Prior to this, we'd never even gone for mortgage pre-approval, and we'd never been to see a house.

I was in love with the yard, but Carrie didn't love the 70-minute commute to work. Some offers and counteroffers later, we lost the place to another buyer. I was, of course, heart-broken.

We were in buying mode, so we saw ten other places with our realtor. One was a nice house that was a little too big for our needs, and I decided that if I couldn't have a massive yard, I might as well have a massive house.

Then the sale on the first place fell through, so that was back in play. We decided on a halfhearted attempt, so we re-offered our previous final offer. And promptly lost it again.

Back to the other house. After some offers and counteroffers, we decided to pull the trigger. I'm ashamed to admit that I spent less time buying our single largest purchase ever than I would buying a TV or camera. But, as with buying a car, sometimes one just wants to get it over with.

So after 13 years of glorious worry-free renting, we get our new place at the end of July. We'll have triple the space we have now (the new basement is as big as our entire current place), so methinks it will be very sparsely furnished for some time to come. But that's okay, since we expect to be in it for 50 years, plenty of time to fill it.

Our house:


Okay, that was 30 years ago. Here's a fresh one:


The previous owner had it custom-built. (Kind of a rare thing in these parts, sadly; I hate that so many houses have a make and model... seriously!) He gave us construction and other early photos and even some blueprints!

So, um, come on over. I guarantee we'll have space to accommodate you.

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!

they grow up so fast

After a well-behaved hearty lunch of pasta, soup and yogurt, Lily and I recited the Lord's Prayer together. Impressed with her overall effort, I hugged her and said, "Wow, what a good girl!"

Responds she, "But I'm not a good girl."

"Why not?"

"Cuz the Lord's Prayer said lead us not into temptation."

Um. Okay. First of all, stop growing up so quickly! Also, I should probably quit while I'm ahead; as a parent I can't possibly make things any better. * Drops mic and walks off stage *

Seriously though, what two-year-old should be bothered with such heady thoughts? Go colour on some walls or something. It did lead to a good discussion, only a few years ahead of my anticipated schedule.

But just to remind me of her age, she still says kid stuff, like "My breffixt is too soggy!" and "Broccoli starts wif bra!" And her first poopy pants incident yesterday left me unamused. Guess I'll keep at it a bit, then.

Oh, and last week at the grocery store. She's singing "Jesus loves me" as I peruse the aisles. The she gets to the chorus and gets stuck in a loop: "Yes Jesus loves me, YES JESUS LOVES ME, YES JESUS LOVES ME..." And it just keeps going, louder and louder. Last thing I want to do I discourage her; abandoning her and hiding behind the mid-aisle toilet paper tower is looking mighty inviting. (I promise I didn't.)