apple picking

Not Friday, but the Friday before, we went apple-picking at Chudleigh's, near Milton. The OEYC nearest us rented a couple of school busses, which Adam rode with Poh-Poh and Gung-Gung. I drove with Naomi and Clare. Becky and Rob were kind enough to let Clare play hookey from daycare so that she could come hang with us.

Adam was very happy to have his friend with him. He figured out how to hold her hand (he'd never had to "lead" before) and then would tap her on the shoulder saying, "Friend. This is your friend," and the like. super cute. Unfortunately, Adam is a close-talker with other kids but Clare stood up for herself and would turn aside when necessary and say, "No."

I think Clare had a blast, too. We were a little worried because she's having some separation anxiety but I think she was simply too stunned to cry when our car pulled away from Rob and Becky's. I suspect that she was thinking about making a scene but realised that there was no proper audience. She did cry just a little bit about half an hour later when she wanted to fall asleep in the car but couldn't. Then she asked very clearly for her binky; so, I obliged her.

Naomi. Well, pretty much she slept on Poh-Poh in the daddy magic.

Some more photos. There's even one of me - just for you, Auntie Joan!

more photos of a drowsy Adam

Adam caught on film

Adam is so active that it's really tough to take his picture these days. I can only really get him when he's (nearly) asleep or strapped into a chair.

Here he is sprawled on his "parachute blanket" as he's waking from a nap.

And here he is, finally taking an interest in the art supplies he got as "big brother presents" from us and from Naomi. He's mainly interested in squeezing the finger paint onto the tray and in mixing the colours in the tray and on the paper.

Why would you DO that?

Dion and I can often be heard exchanging the phrase: "Why would you do that?" Although, we no longer need the words - a look is enough to send the message.

"Why would you DO that?" is invoked when a sleeping baby is moved or a toddler's confiscated (but forgotten) plaything is named within his earshot or whenever a child is imprudently provoked to tears, whining, or begging.

anti-clutter campaign

Here is one of the baby steps I've taken in decluttering our condo. These steps I'm taking are so tiny that really, I feel like I'm rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic but Rome wasn't built in a day, take care of the pennies .... Any more aphorisms you'd like to suggest, readers?


Before. Notice that the boxes, clutter themselves, had become a surface on which to collect more clutter. I'd been leaving them out because I had delusions of using them "soon" in grander decluttering blitzes but I've decided that it was worth my time to collapse them and store them in an equally accessible but less visible pocket of the condo.

After. Not a grand improvement but at least the stroller belongs in the front entrance and the laundry basket has been minimized.

A blogger I follow, Swistle, is also going through a decluttering campaign. I'm inspired by her new mantras:
You can't clean clutter.
and (when deciding whether to keep or discard an article):
Does it bless? Or does it oppress?

An organising guru I once saw on CityLine once said, "Every item in your home has your permission to be there," or words to that effect. A simplification for multi-person households (he's single) but still something to consider. He also questions why people are so careless with things that they proportedly value. If it has value, it should be used, stored, or displayed accordingly.

Because infants are such easy subjects ...

Again, I had too many to choose from. I need someone to help me pick through all the frames.

I was shutter-happy yesterday.

More photos of Naomi

Not exactly the same old, same old. I'm a little disappointed that this first one didn't turn out as well as it looked on my DSLR display. Ah well.







This hand: totally looks like mine babyfied.

retouching

I should just get over myself and start using that "I'm feeling lucky" button to auto-correct my photos, eh?

Naomi!

Long Weekend

We had a great long weekend. Unfortunately, I didn't get my camera out until late on Saturday. So there are no pictures from Leigh and Jenn's barbeque, which was a blast. Here are a couple from the Lew/Sui barbeque.

Naomi with Bak-Bak

Adam with Poh-Poh and his new toy "from Uncle Norman."
He's on to you, guys. Just ask him who gave him the new digger and drill.

We let Adam stay up too late on Saturday, which made Wonderland on Sunday challenging. It didn't help that he's still fighting off a cold. Our biggest mistake, though, was spending too much time at Splashworks. We thought he was just cranky but then figured out that he was actually afraid. Apparently, he likes playing WITH water, but not IN water. Actually, it's not very surprising - considering he's entering a fearful stage. He's suddenly afraid of a lot of things that never used to bother him (e.g., some loud noises) or that he used to really like (e.g., dogs.) Hopefully, he'll be over it next year, since we have 2010 season's passes. Dion was really disappointed that Splashworks was a no-go.

Probably, Adam's favourite part of Wonderland was waiting in line since he got to cuddle.

Meanwhile, Naomi worked on going bald and on sucking her thumb, for which she still lacks the requisite coordination.

Adam did perk up in the afternoon, despite being beyond tired. He'd had some alone-time in the stroller, eaten, and spent some time in the traditional playground, which is familiar territory. He even consented to going on rides with Dion, i.e., without me.

Adam rode the jalopies and trains twice each.


Dion and Adam on "James"


Naomi at the playground


Dion, Naomi, and Fred Flintstone on the carousel


We rode the carousel three times. Adam got Dino (the purple dog, he called it) each time.

Uncle Peter and Aunt Leela