Ass callus

I love biking. I really do. But like any form of exercise for me, if I don't do it often, I lose all my "tone". Well, callus's. When I'm talking about biking, it's the bum. That's the part that hurts. When I've not been biking for a while, I usually try to start with a 20 minute ride and then take a break (hopefully) the next day. That's how I build up my ass callus.

Well, yesterday I went for an hour long ride. It made me happier. At least the non-bum parts of me.

The summer seems like it's gone by in a blur of park visits, picnics, and wonderful times. Somehow I seem to have missed all the exercising that I had planned on doing to get back into shape from my winter shape; which is decidedly round.

I don't understand how people exercise alone when it's not part of how they get from place A to place B. Maybe I'm too lazy to decide that "this is a good time to go to the gym". I need someone to kick me and say "let's go!" or, more simply, it's just how I get to work.

Simply put, for my tummy to not be soft, I need my bum to be callused. Confusing, yes. True? Probably.

Babies come from where?!? *look of horror*

I wanted to capture something that happened today since it was just too funny.

We were discussing with Alice the old stroller which broke in the winter when Laura was pregnant with Isaac. Which lead to the question of "how do babies come out of mommy's tummy?". Well, without missing a beat Laura calmly explained that babies come out the vagina. The look for shock / horror / disgust on Alice's face was priceless. We explained that babies aren't actually in the tummy where the food goes, but are in the uterus until they are ready to come out.

There was a pause. Then she said "can we please talk about strollers again?".

I think that I may have peed myself laughing. Just a little.

Preschooler - now in 3D

Well, we did it. We took our kids to a movie. A 3D movie none the less. At about 35 minutes long and full of cute fuzzy black white racoons, it wasn't enough to hold Alice's attention. But it was close. Was it too loud for their young ears? Maybe. Hopefully not, but maybe.

Cool in the 3D shades

Could the wonderful imax movie compare with a stationary parked bus? No, no it could not. We went back to that base at least on 3 separate occasions. What does a preschooler do in a bus like that? Sit quietly on a seat, perhaps while listening to her dad pretend that the driver is taking the corners too fast. Maybe it's just enjoying a nice quiet ride with mom. I'm pretty sure that she's not the average preschooler.

Sitting on a bus

Not the same number of pictures

It's not often that you'll hear me saying that I think that I'm not taking enough photos. But that's what I'm going to say here. I love taking photos and using those to trigger memories of the good times we have. Right now I think that we're having a lot of fun, but hardly any photos. Why? Because we're too busy having fun.

When it was just the 2, then 3 of us, there was always someone "free" to hold a camera and take pictures. Now we're usually 1 to 1 with a child, which pretty much means zero photos. Am I a bit sad we're missing the chance to document these times? A bit. But fun will should win out.

Thinking about how she wants to smile

The Big Man considering what else to eat

High time for fun

It's been a while since we've out for just us. Probably since December? Man, I hope that it's not been that long. So, in a effort to combine our anniversary, Laura's birthday, random missed date nights, etc into an uber date night day. We saw The Book of Mormon followed by high tea at Chateau Laurier. Super awesome. We even had some time between to walk along the locks for a bit and enjoy the threatening sky with other tourists.

Do I miss times like this where we just hang out and have a good time eating ridiculous sandwiches and expensive tea? Yes, yes I do. I think that there would be something wrong with me if I said that I didn't. But that doesn't mean that I don't feel pangs for our kids while we're out. Especially when I see other people with their young kids out too. It's not rational, it's just how I'd feel. Then I'd go back to eating my tiny piece of a sandwich.

A good, good day.

Got stuck behind a behind a group that made noise the entire show. Stupid people and their instruments.

This walk was brought to you by the hottie in the blue dress

Great, now she expects all food to be brought out in a tiny tower...

Out of the mouth's of babes

As Alice gets older, her communication skills get better and better. Tonight at dinner she turned to me and said something along the lines of "Thank you daddy for a delicious dinner. It was lovely." I laughed - how often will you hear something like that out of the mouth of a 2.5 year old? It makes the moments of screeching earlier in the day a bit easier to deal with.

She's lots of fun and takes good care of us, including her little brother. It helps that she can express herself so... eloquently. She has always worked at communication from when she started to use sign language (she stopped later and we've all forgotten it all). Today she insisted that the toy tractor at the farm's playground is a train because of it's "puffer" in front. Well, it kinda looks like the trains that we see at the science and tech museum, so I'm not going to argue with her too much.

Most days we ask each other if we had a good day. The answer is almost always yes, yes we had a good day. I feel so lucky right now. I'm just trying to document the good moments (and selectively leave out the bad - who needs that?).

Life is good.

We're on a train!!!

Starting to get interesting

We're through the 4th trimester now and things are going well. Alice continues to remind us that she's 2 and a half, both verbally and with her behaviour. Isaac is getting more interesting, or at least interactive. He will smile at us, and the other day laughed. Man, my heart soared to hear his first laugh.

It's so nice to have that interaction, even if he's not following my whole standup routine. That will come later. Life is good.

Adventure is out there! (slightly to the left)