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It’s date night! First time out since the arrival of our little Stella. Well first time without any kids. As we get into the car I realize this is also the first time we’ve been alone in the car since I was seizing in pain from contractions just a little over a month ago. What a romantic revelation to start the evening with.

Anyway, Gramma’s on duty and Borys and I have a night off! We head to Starbucks/Chapters where my hubby treats me to my fav: grande latte, non-fat, extra hot and a slice of banana chocolate chip cake. Yum! This date’s off to a good start. Post Starbucks purchases we head out into the aisles of Chapters wondering how to spend our date time. We end up looking at blankets and I get sidetracked by the Robeez selection while Borys slips off to the geek-tech section.

Time passes. Not sure how much. But my coffee and cake are long gone.

I start looking for my hubby only to spot him across the store doing a scan for me. Does this date spell romance or what? We reunite and I proceed to show him mine while he shows me his: our loot that is! We may not have been alone together in a while, but we are at Chapters afterall! Our loot consists of Robeez and a WWII book. Our romantic show and tell is suddenly cut short when a clerk comes up to us to let us know the store will be closing in 5 minutes. What?!

What can we do but pay for our stuff and head out. But out where? It’s 9:30 and freezing rain has started. We decide to head home.

Upon our arrival we are greeted by a smiling Gramma and a wailing Stella, in mid diaper change.

Hello reality. We’re back.


SnowToddler may more accurately describe the little snow tyke that took residence on our front lawn the other day. SnowToddler only because it ended up being about the same size as our real life toddler. Granted it was sort of raining during the making of this little guy, and I am impressed not only that it was built at all but also with its staying power over the last few days, Happy Birthday hat and all!

Follow up Note: Niko loves looking out the window at his SnowToddler, but was sorely disappointed – tears etc. – when he peered out one day only to see that his creation was missing its nose and buttons. Seems a squirrel had come along in the night, and tried to make off with it. But squirrels must not like carrots much because upon closer investigation, Frasier discovered the carrot and pieces half buried in the snow just a few feet away. Which actually only perpetuated the problem (and tears) because then Frasier tried to devour the remains only to render himself gagging on the frozen carrot bits. Good thing Daddy stepped in to save the day, and the remains of the carrot. Once pulled from the clenches of our poodle, the nose and buttons were put back into place and despite all the gagging, you can barely tell what they’d been through. And at last…tears ceased! Phewf.



The other day Borys came downstairs after reading Niko his bedtime story, and I needed to do a double take when I saw him. Noticing that he looked close to tears, I had to find out what was going on…

Me: Yadda yadda yadda…blah blah blah.

Then looking into my hubbie’s eyes I could tell all wasn’t right.

What’s going on? Are you OK?!

Borys: It’s that story. I thought it was a potty book. I’d never read it before. I thought it was a potty book…

Granted there is a picture of a little boy playing with toilet paper on the cover.

Me: What book?!

B: That one about little boy who grows up. It was just so sad. I thought it was a potty-training book. I thought it was a potty training book…

Sniff sniff.

***

Geesh. OK. Crisis averted. At least it wasn’t more serious than a heartrendingly sad bedtime story.

Never read the book? Check out, Love you Forever by Robert Munsch.


Niko’s imagination is developing daily. Although, I suppose it’s always been developing, but now he’s gained the ability to communicate his ideas to us, and it’s so funny and cute to see. Mind you, I could be biased seeing as he’s my little guy. But on second thought, no, he really probably is the world’s universe’s most funniest and creative little dude.

The following pictures and post idea, courtesy of Daddy.

Each morning Niko sees his parents with their go-to beverage of choice – COFFEE! And not just one mugful, but at least two, maybe three.

The other day, he was playing around in the living room when he walked up to Daddy with a mugful of cars.

Niko: Daddy, Niko drinkin’ the coffee cars. Coffee. Coffee cars. Hahahaha.

Ah…the mind of a two year old!



As mentioned before, our toddler’s got a love on for “Bass-be-ball!” (aka basketball). I guess toddler’s are limited to the toys they have available at their disposal, and the net was just given to him – not like it was his choice or anything. But once he got the hang of shooting hoops, he fell in love. It’s a great way for him to burn energy get some exercise, and it’s set up in our sparsely furnished basement, so he has the freedom to really run around like crazy focus on his skill development.

Last week I discovered a community program offered for toddlers that I thought would appeal to our little tyke. It’s called Sportball and is basically a non-competitive introduction to many types of sports. I had a free pass, so thought we’d give it a whirl. And when we showed up last weekend, the sport of the day was … Bass-be-ball! Wasn’t Niko just delighted. It’s a parent/child class, and it was so cute to see him involved and listening to the coach, while practicing the skills with Daddy.

Of course, what would a new outing be, without some photos and video footage to document the action?

Video Clip: Our Little Double Dribbler (11 sec.)

Chasing the Hoop

Dribble Practice

He Shoots, He Scores!


This year was Borys’ first Father’s Day. For a few weeks beforehand I was really trying to think of something special to commemorate it. I wanted to do something for him that would be memorable and meaningful. Not necessarily a material gift, but maybe. So I thought and thought and thought. I asked Niko: “What do you want to do for Daddy for Father’s Day”? But he only replied with silence and the occasional, “Da duu da daa”, not really giving me much to go with.

Finally, after much thought I came up with an idea that Borys had been mentioning for quite some time. He wanted to memorialize Niko’s hand prints and footprints. You know the ones you see for sale in the store, the Plaster of Paris versions, or clay versions, or paint versions? Anyway, by the time Father’s Day rolled around I loved the idea, but wasn’t sure about the medium I wanted to use. I really wanted it to look good and didn’t want to do a rush jobbie.

So, Father’s Day came and went, with just a card and a promise, that his “gift” was coming. At last, a mere two months after the actual day, I figured out how I wanted to do the project. Armed with a matted frame, some black lettered stickers, and a painted piece of blue paper, Niko and I were ready to take the next step. I painted Niko’s feet and hands black and away we went making the prints. But, somehow this was easier in my vision than in reality. Even though we practiced the prints on scrap paper a few times, it was difficult to get them to come out smudge free. Oh well, as Daddy said: “It looks alive!”, and he loved it. So I’ll just go with that philosophy: “Yes, our little monkey really made his painting come alive”! (Good Daddy.)


So, the hubbub has settled. We are happily moved in to our new home and slowly unpacking and purging unwanted items. I want to clean the place meticulously before we put anything away. So you will find me on a daily basis scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, channeling the powers of Cinderella to help me through this major scrub down. I’m talking about wiping baseboards, scraping gunk off the floor, getting rid of cobwebs, cleaning out the junk the last guy left, and so on. It’s tiring, but when it’s done I’ll feel satisfied knowing that I have inspected and cleaned every crevice.

So this place is a lot bigger than the condo we owned before, and you can just tell it’s different here. We’re in a neighbourhood now, with kids who play on the street and a street that’s relatively quiet: Yah for Niko. One particular situation which shows we’re in a different area is this conversation that Borys relayed to me the other day. There was a guy going around sealing driveways, Borys happened to be front and the guy stopped to talk to him.  And this is the gist of the convo.

Guy: I’m sealing driveways in the area and wondering if you want yours done. Are your parents home?

Borys: Umm… I am a parent.

Hours later Borys told me the story.

Me: Hahahahahaha! That’s hilarious! How old was the guy?

B: Umm… My age? Maybe a bit older.

Me: Hahahahha. Too funny.


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