Since we've been in Toronto, aunties, uncles and cousins abounded, with grandparents and friends in regular attendance. Uncle Gordon, Auntie Helen and cousins Chana, Leah, Avraham, Nachy and Tzippy; along with Auntie Cindy and Uncle Jan, Auntie Wendy and Tante Anne and the three of us ALL stayed at my parents place (you do the math: I get 14 but it's hard to count people when they all keep moving). Where did Manny and Fred go? Why, a hotel of course! (l: Cousin Tzippy and Brett) (r: Mom and Brett with balloons)
This week, the festive events came one after the other. Sunday was cousin Matt and Mira's B'nai Mitzvah -- service in the morning, then the party at night, with a visit from the photographer and a mad search through downtown for the right kind of diapers stuck in between.
Monday was the highly anticipated Blue Jays-Red Sox match-up at the Roger's Centre.
There were five in the bed.....
In Baba and Zaida's bed in Toronto (L to R):cousins Leah, Brett, Tzippy, Nachy, Chana.No one rolled over so no one fell out!
Is it a coincidence that we live in Alberta and Brett suddenly loves horses? At the Cochrane Children's Festival on the long weekend, he asked the face-painting lady for a horsey. I know it looks like he's not sure, but he was actually pretty thrilled to have a horse on his arm.
Oh gawd! Does this mean he's going to want tattoos?
One big one to go
Barry may have tied, but he hasn't passed him yet.
My prediction: Barry Bonds will get injured before he hits the Big One. And then he won't come back.
Whaddaya think Rob?
This bunny, outside the building where I work, was snapped by my co-worker Caroline. Judging by his apparent hurry, he must be on his way to finish getting ready for the long weekend. I know he wasn't at work today.
We've had the most amazing weather this week -- nearly 30 degrees, sunny and even a bit humid, with the threat of thunderstorms. Of course, with the long weekend just about here, you know it's going to cool off or rain. But as long as we have picnic tables to sit at, and the odd bunny to watch, it's not a bad place to be for the day.
Hey Caroline: wanna sit outside later?
Brett is "telling" knock-knock jokes to daddy. I'm watching his profile: morning light coming in through the window beside him, blue waffly pyjamas with one button undone, face mere inches above his cereal bowl, spoon in hand and milk on chin.
"Knock knock, who there, daddy?"
"No, Chicken Little Brett!"
"Knock knock, who there, daddy?"
More wild laughter.
The big question
This is Brett taking time out from his new hobby to relax on a lawn chair. What's his new hobby? One word: "why?"
"Put your hood up, Brett. It's windy."
"It's windy. I don't want your ears to get cold."
"Why it's windy?"
"Well, there are air currents and the rotation of the earth, but it's too complicated to explain."
"Go ask Daddy."
"Why there are chloclate [not a typo -- that how he says it] chips in my banana bread?"
"Because it tastes good."
"Hey, Baba's on the phone!"
Or reaction so far:
- say "because"
- say "zed"
- say "why do you think?" (the most successful -- thanks Baba!)
Anyone got any other ideas? Know how long this one lasts?
Are you making this up? Part 2
Over the weekend our house became populated with creatures from Brett's imagination. These aren't tv or movie characters, not are they stuffed animals, toys, from books or jigsaw puzzles. I'm pretty sure, anyway. According to my darling boy, we have one horsey who lives in the backyard. His name is Blueberry and he's purple. We have another horsey who lives in the basement. He's named Grape and is blue (or Blueberry's blue and Grape is purple; I can't remember). They both eat grass.
By the end of the weekend both horses had moved to the closet, where they both eat grass, although I don't know how they get it. There's a red horse in there with them, but I can't remember his name.
Brett also would like to have a red dog named Clifford.
Updates as they occur.