Happy Easter: an animated greeting.
An animated .gif for you. How 1997. My husband can daaaance.
Easter 2012. Nice horse.
Easter 2011. Nice bike.
Sixty Years of Memories.
60 years old.
60 envelopes.
60+ memories from friends & family, near & far. (that tend to be about beer & general debauchery...)
Thank you to everyone who contributed. This photo says it all.
Happy birthday daddio. xo
** This is not an original idea. Holly's post over at Nothing but Bonfires about 60-year-memories has been pinned like wildfire. I've had it saved for a year now, just waiting.
A party about nothing.
My dad turned 60 this week. Andrea and I planned a classy affair for him Saturday at the Walkerville Brewery. The beer was flowing, the pizzas were delicious and the laughs were contagious.
The theme? Seinfeld. If you know my dad at all, most of his daily activities and stories reference an episode. His birthday party planners paid homage.
Art Vandelay business cards.
A large BRO.
A festivus pole (Bagels, no!).
Airing of Grievances forms (found here).
No extra squares to spare in the bathroom.
Kenny Rogers Roasters (rubber) chicken.
Black & White cookies (two races of flavour living side-by-side)
Marble Rye & a babka.
Refuse eclairs (half-eaten in a garbage).
Junior Mints & Juji Fruits & Pez
A handglued fusilli Jerry.
Pretzels & no-double-dipping dips.
A big salad (with tomatoes like volleyballs!) & poppy seed dressing.
Muffin tops (and stumps for the homeless).
Snickers (cut up with a knife & fork).
Advertisements for Rochelle, Rochelle, Del Boca Vista, Little Jerry's fighting debut, the soup Nazi & Kramerica Industries.
Donations to the Human Fund.
And no Lindsay party is complete without a handful of buttons (I was in the pool!, They're real and they're spectacular!, Serenity Now!, Anti-dentite, Giddy-up! and Master of my DOMAIN.)
We also had some trivia cards, a Kramer poster, some books, a pillow set up for under-the-table naps and Seinfeld episodes playing on the projector.
I hope you enjoyed it daddio! xoxo.
*If you would like to hold your own Seinfeld-themed or Festivus party, and would like to use my printables - let me know!
Way-Back Wednesday
What? It is completely normal that I am sitting in a drawer ripping up paper. Don't you think? (Me, circa 1983)
It's just as normal as putting on a winter hat and bib and reading a novel in a tunnel (Eli, circa 2013).
March 17: Two years later.
St Patrick's Day 2011 and 2012 and 2013.
Our yearly tradition (click!) of enjoying a Guinness, music and lunch at the Hawg's was thwarted by Winter hours. Since the pub was closed today, we had our yearly beer at the Bruce.
And because I thought our photo shoot was superRAD, I thought I'd post a couple more. Happy St. Patty's day!
A
Eli: Guest Blogger: Travel Edition
Oh hey guys! I'm staying at a new house this week. I went in the car, on a bus and on an airplane to get here. And I don't have to wear my boots. It must be far away. Daddy and Gramps and uncle Doug have been getting into their tight clothes and taking their big bicycles somewhere all morning. I've been spending some quality time with Mommo, Cata and the fresh air.
Here are my favourite things on my trip...
I get to spend countless hours outside running, jumping and rolling around in the yard in the gardens and grass. I've made trails under a hedge for Thomas and the Batmobile and held many conversations with sticks. I've also been taking some great naps, blowing lots of bubbles, climbing trees, stairs and giant rocks. I've been riding moose and bikes.
The best part of trip. I saw Woody* in real life! I cried his name a few times, but he didn't answer.
[*Editors note: Eli did not see Woody. He saw a tall, skinny man wearing a large cowboy hat and boots. He did yell "Hi Woody!" a number of times over and over again. That part is true.]
On location.
It's March Break and we are in Fredericksburg, Texas. My mom and I are tag-alongs on a week-long bike training camp of sorts called Hell Week*. The weather has been a balmy 75F something and I've been strolling the streets alone taking photos of things and making lists and drawing pictures. My mom keeps volunteering to stay home while Eli naps or play with him in the garden, so I am soaking in Lindsay time.
Although the town is relatively small and we clearly in gun-lovin' country (ex. signs with guns for the garden saying "We don't call 911." or bullets-turned-christmas ornaments or "carry and conceal" handbags on sale), there are some lovely art shops and neat architecture. I plan to walk into town again tomorrow morning to scope out the stationary shop, the fabric shop, the chocolate shop (again) and the vintage book shop.
Last night we sampled some chocolate-dipped bacon from the Lone Star candy shop. Perhaps tonight we'll sample the chocolate-dipped dill pickle or jalepeno pepper (although both look rather reminiscent of fecal). Maybe we'll settle for the chocolate-dipped twinkie or oreo or bugs instead.
* If you would like some more witty banter about the cycling and the food and beer consumption of this trip, please show my dad some love over on his blog - http://cycletooth.wordpress.com/
Way-Back Wednesday
Nice cloth diapers 1983.
(and Andrea is sporting a nice hat and sock ensemble, if you ask me.)
our family vacay.
Over Christmas, our wee fam + my parents and sister boarded RCCL's Oasis of the Seas (aka. The play boat). There were a tonne of super-rad memories. Here are a few.
The pictures above of Eli in his Christmas attire in the Dining Room
Flash mobbing with Flavio (see photo below of one of the practices)
Having to decide between a Sudoku challenge or MJ dance class
Drink of the day
Banana creme brulée every night for dessert
Listening to golden oldies on the boardwalk
Hairspray on Broadway
I can't believe we didn't play any bingo
Rock climbing
Losing my bathing suit bottoms on the Flo Rider
Surprise beers in Jamaica
Balloon animals
Matching Christmas pjs,
Crazy amount of stuff for Eli: Fisher Price toy room, [Shrek, Fiona, Puss, Alex, Gloria, Po, Penguins, King Julian], Riding the carousel at least 5 times a day, face painting, Elmo balloons, running through central park, Power Wheels on the basketball court, splashpads and swimming pools (he liked the shower best), fist bumping the room stewards, "beep!"-ing the elevator buttons himself, bears in the car and Santa Claus on Christmas day.
Thanks mom and dad! xoxo
Way-back Wednesday
This is a picture of my nanny (Mary Jane Morgan) sitting on the couch in a hotel room she and my Gramps spent time in during their world travels. It is totally staged. She is not really reading that book! I found this photo on the same page as two others titled "Our hotel room". There is a pic of Mary posing at the vanity, posing next to the beds and this one. I think it is hilarious and just about right.
Almost two.
I realized that today that Eli is 23 months - one month away from being two. TWO. TWO? Wasn't he just one? Didn't I just go back to work? Wasn't I just preggo? I simply cannot believe it. I know it is cliché but - time flies!
I decided to pull out Benny, a white onesie and the sheepskin rug for a comparison photo shoot of the difference one year makes. The photo on the left is Eli in January 2012. The one on the right was taken today.
He was a little confused at first as to what I was trying to accomplish - but he soon caught on and laid down and said "cheese!"
He is still cute and cuddly but definitely a year older with his wild locks. He runs and jumps and kicks and climbs. Throws balls and fits and food off the table. He squeals with delight and giggles like mad. He sings and dances and holds endless conversations with his dolls. He loves being chased and going on walks. And kissing and hugging and talking and taking splashy bubble baths. He's a silly little guy.
Tonight, I nursed him to sleep. He rubbed his eyes, said "night-night" and curled up in my lap - all warm and nestled. Sweet dreams 23-month old. xoxo
Eli is back!
Hey guys! It's been quite a while - but I'll be posting more often, now that I can say a lot more words.
This year I had a lot of fun trimming the tree (and taking down the tree). There were a lot of super fun ornaments, but they were put up really high on the tree for some reason. I could only reach them if I stood on the Christmas boxes. (don't tell mom). I added my own special touches too. Dinosaurs and Ernie make much more delightful ornaments, dontcha think?
I also went on this moving sidewalk thing in a giant building, waiting to get on an airplane (airplanes are loud!). I couldn't figure out why I couldn't go both ways on it. Everyone kept laughing at me and taking photos. I don't really know why. Whatever. I was having fun in a confusing sort of way. Buzz would have loved it.
Have I ever mentioned that love going for sushi? Well, I don't eat sushi, I just have avocado or cucumber rolls, but yum yum yum! It is most fun to eat it by stuffing my face full. That is really all I need to share.
Anyone want to come play?
Way-Back Wednesday
Inspired by the Lamb family reunion this past weekend, this is a picture on my grandma & grandpa's wedding day. I like the collar, buttons and sleeve-length on G-ma's dress and Grandpa's poofy hair. Who are you laughing at off to the left?
Great-Grandpa is cool.
Cars
and wooden blocks
and carts
favourite toys
digging and constructing.
playing on the ground at 87. Awesome.
