Showing posts with label Phil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phil. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Busy Kitchen

A lot has happened in the last little while. Izzie was struck down with a stomach bug that took forever to bugger off, my birthday passed with a tired, ucky (and cuddly) toddler on my chest and good company/food/drink, and we all were kept busy with spring planting.

And while all of this has been going on, our kitchen has been the busiest place in the house.
My two yellow bowls, whom I love, love, love. One with rye dough, one with baguette dough. One from Phil for Christmas(?) and one I bought for myself at our local antique store. Izzie loves the green star. And of course my tea, warming itself on the element.

Phil's second beer attempt. His first attempt was a rousing success. We hope to be able to support our love of beer for many years to come! (I help cap the bottles....when I don't snap the necks)

And lastly, full watering cans. We all love our new little garden. So far it has only onions but I hope to plant potatoes and tomatoes soon. And then, bring on canning season!

Hope you are all enjoying your spring.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

On The Mend

Sick.

And I mean uber stomach flu super duper gross sick.

We have been under the weather for the last week, and while it was not fun to be sick there was lots of family time and snuggles. (Izzie usually doesn't have time for lots of snuggles during the day, she's got things to do!)

I got better quickly, Izzie did not. (Phil got a bit of an upset stomach and some aches. I think his red hair may give him some sort of a sickness shield. I am wondering how to harness this power.)

Last night we took Izzie to the Children's Emergency and had her checked out. She was lethargic, having trouble maintaining eye contact and still couldn't keep anything down. We found out that her sugar levels had plummeted and after trying to raise her sugar levels orally, didn't work out, she was put on an IV. She was so tired and out of it that every poke and prod didn't even faze her. So from 1 am to 7 am she was hooked up and pumped full of sugary goodness.

And today? She has kept everything down, started bossing us around again and was annoyed with me when I snuggled her for longer than she deemed necessary.

There's my girl!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

We went tobogganing. Not the tobogganing of last year....oh no siree.

No, this is the toboggan of 2010.
Look at that face. She's blissing out.

or....not.

We were at a park near our house where a soccer pitch was built last summer. It has a slight down grade leading to the pitch which proved to be a perfect sledding hill.....for Izzie.

"Get on Daddy! Now push."

"K, that's done. Now get off and pull me back up. And then down again."

"Sweet"

It was above 0 Celsius. Lovely.


That picture makes the hill look really small......it was.

Going for a tour around the soccer pitch.

Mommy's turn. Get to work mommy.

And we're off. Hope you had a wonderful weekend as well!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Our little helper


Izzie has been very busy helping us around the house. She helps with dishes, (meaning she throws, plunks or dunks them into the sink the asks "More?") she helps with putting her dirty clothes away at the end of the day, she helps me sweep....or just holds the broom for me. And here she helps Phil feed the kitties.

She's the best little helper we could ask for!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Trooper

He's a trooper.
It's -12 degrees Celsius (9 Fahrenheit) but -20 (-4 Fahrenheit) with the wind chill.

And he loves it.

Bike safely my dear.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

You Spin Me Right Round, Daddy


Taken in our kitchen just before we left.

Monday, August 10, 2009

26!

To an amazing father,
a wonderful husband,
a kick a$# bagpiper,
an expert repairsman,
a financial guru,
and the best guy in the world to hang out with...
Thank you and Happy Birthday! There's grilled kolbassa, home made potato salad and beer waiting for when you get home.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Picnic Pictures

Yesterday we had planned to bike to Assiniboine Park and have a family picnic but overcast skies and the constant threat of thunderstorms canceled those plans. Ever the resourceful family, we made other plans. Backyard picnic!

Flip flops? Check

Pre-cut veggies and pre-cupped ranch dressing because Mommy is too lazy to do it herself? Check

Double check!

Jealous cat sitting in window glaring at the scene before her? Check

Blueberries for the little one to gorge herself on? Check

First taste of celery that lasted about two seconds before being shoved into Mommys' mouth? Check

The only part of broccoli that the little one liked? Check

Huge bag of chips that the little one can munch on and then pass off? Check


First taste of sugar free lemonade? Check (Sweetened by apple juice. Very interesting.)

Little one getting bored with sitting and wanting to adventure? Check



Daddy's home! Finally the picnic can start....for him.

Friday, January 2, 2009

One

Izzie is one year old today. So hard to believe that she's been with us for a whole year. Feels like time just flew by. (I think sleep deprivation does that to you.) Picture our household at the beginning of a new month, Phil and I look at each other and exclaim "Where did (insert month here) go?!?!?" It's been like this since Izzie was born....well for me at least. Phil said that it's been like this since we got engaged. Ha, I guess that's better than feeling like he's spending eternity with me!
Birthday cupcake with Nana
So we celebrated her day of birth with cupcakes and presents. Very low key affair. Which was perfect since we all have a touch of cold. This is the first time the whole house has had a sickness. Usually it's just one or two. But not this time. Oh no, this was the cold of the colds. It was badass in every way. It left no survivors. It even got Nana while she visited! This was the super ninja of colds, dealing out it's coldy vengence. (Did I mention in an earlier post that I make up words too? Oh, well I do.)

Okay, I'm stopping with the cold. We have it almost beat, so talking about it will probably give it more power. And that ain't happening.

Wow, I thought my post of Izzie's first birthday would be sweet and sad and loving. No, not my style, I talk about ninja colds. Sorry monkey!