Cottaging and Golfing!!

We spent a couple of days at Boppa and Momma's cottage a last weekend, Jack headed there with them on Friday, and the rest of the Squad joined them on Saturday afternoon. Bubbers went for his first boat ride which thrilled him and both boys enjoyed the camp fire later that night.

Bubbers and his hat that he absolutley LOVES on his head....haha.....


On the boat...


Jack loving the wind in his hair....


Will with Daddy...


Jack and Momma sharing some drinks at the bistro. Jack was having "tea" I believe...


Boppa sharing his cookie with Will...


Sitting like a big boy at the fire...


The next day Mark and I left to play in the Wellington Motors Golf Tournament. We took Mark's apprentice Will and his girlfriend Brittany as our partners. Will had never golfed before, so we spent most of the 18 holes laughing hysterically. Some holes he would have done really well on if the object was to hit the grass further than your ball. We all had a great time and didn't even finish off too badly given our beginner! Thanks to Boppa and Momma for watching the boys so Mark and I could enjoy the day together!!


One very excited golfer. I only got out twice last year because of the new baby and the stupid c-section...


My very handsome husband looking pretty snazzy...


Will and Brittany. Mark told Brittany that his mom used to have a tablecloth like her shorts. He said it brought back happy memories of childhood picnics when he looked at her. He's so special.


Me and Brit relaxing waiting for our shot.

Swimming Lessons & Stanley Cup Champs!!

Both boys take swimming lessons at the local pool every Monday. Will absolutley loved it right from the start, and in typical Jack fashion, he started out his lessons with all the dramatics and screaming needed to draw attention from the entire pool. After about the third week, he walked into lessons like a completley different kid and walked away this past Monday as a graduate!! Mark and I were pretty proud given that we never thought he would pass. Happily, he's onto the next level. As is Will, but who could fail a 10 mth old????

Daddy came to Will's last lesson (it's at 9:00 a.m.), and took some pics of him and Mommy!




Daddy and Will after he graduated!


Jack and Daddy at lessons...




My little fish!!


The Detroit Red Wings made it to the cup this year, so there was very little to talk about here other than the Stanley Cup, lines, players, stats, etc. Yawn. I am SO pleased to announce (for those who live in a cave, or simply don't like hockey) that the Detroit Red Wings have won the Stanley Cup, and I can now have both my television and my husband back. Here are some pics of the Big Event. Yawn.

Daddy and his boys...


Big Bubs...


If anyone knows how to get a three year old to smile NICELY at the camera, please let me know.


This is Mark's best friend (for 31 years!!), who is also a devoted Red Wing Fan. Both the boys adore Uncle Mike!!

Franco's Claims Another Head.....

Will's hair has always been a source of humour in this house. From the giant bald spot in the back to the crazy sideburns and bangs to his eyes, we're constantly laughing at it. I decided to take him for his first haircut a few months early (it's aparently bad luck to cut it before their first birthday). I was a little apprehensive to take him to Franco's given their reputation for cutting hair very short (hence the fact that Jack could join the army at any given time and not need his hair touched) , but I thought I'd try it out and see what happened! He was SO good, he laughed and clapped his hands the whole time, and actually came away with a pretty nice haircut!

Pre-haircut.....very shaggy




Almost enough for a ponytail!


Joe stepping up to the challenge




Joe admiring his awesome job...you can also see Jack in the background getting his trim by Angelo....only Angelo can cut his hair. He'll wait for him, which is kinda a no-no at Franco's. You take who's next, you don't really get a choice. Not Prince Jack though. ONLY Angelo.


The finished product......sooooooo darn cute!!

Jack is Three!

On April 16th Jack turned three. I'm really not quite sure where the past three years have gone, and I really can't believe he's three already. It seems so big to me...two was still kinda a baby, but three is not so much so. In the last few months he seems to have developed into a little boy complete with a big boy attitude!
We had Boppa and Momma over for supper on the actual night, and then had his party at the swimming pool with his friends on the Sunday, and then had ANOTHER family party back here after that. We definetly had too much cake floating around here!
He got lots of great presents...including a new bike from mommy and daddy, and TONS of the movie Cars stuff. Uncle Shawn and Aunt Nicole bought him a Cars clock...they might as well have given him the moon!

On his brand new Big Boy Bike...


Talking to Uncle Kevin and Auntie Lori in Cuba...he got tons of long distance phone calls for his birthday from all across the world! Edmonton, Florida, Cuba!


A little spit never hurt anyone...


Boppa and Will...


At his swimming party with Daddy...


Our neighbor Nevi with Alyssa...


Jack and Mercedes...


Uncle Shawn and Miss Cooper...her first party!


Alyssa...


Waiting for presents...


The Clock!!


Don't be alarmed...this IS my Mark drinking pop. Yes, pop.


A new baseball game from Uncle Mike and Aunt Sharon. He really likes it, and he's pretty good at hitting the ball...just like mommy!


The new "Pug" from Uncle Kevin and Auntie Lori. He loves it!


The Cars Cake!


The last round of spit!

Memo to Jack

Dear Jack:
I know it's hard to be two-almost-fwee, but seriously, son, let's try to keep it real. Let's try, anyways. Here are a few points to ponder...


Mommy is not your personal slave. I may be your personal chef, maid, and caregiver, but I am NOT your slave. "Get my duck", is not my favorite line,and when I ask you to ask a different way, "MOMMY, GET IT NOW!" is never going to go over well. EVER.


Stop crying when it's time to get dressed. Both of your grandmothers have spent a fortune on clothes for you, wear them. Pajamas all day long is not an appropriate outfit unless you live in a trailer park. Which we do not.




We have proven for many weeks now that you know how to use the potty. Randomly deciding not to is simply not an option. Pee and poop is not fun to clean off the floor. AT ALL.



Again, I feel I need to tell you that you are too big for William's exersaucer. Again, you will get stuck in it if you get in it. Ordering me to get you out will not have me running. You may, in fact, find that you will spend longer in it.




Putting your hands around William's neck is NOT hugging. It's called choking. And mommy doesn't like it.


Almost a whole bottle of Purel Hand Sanitizer at one time will not make your hands "extwa keen". One or two squirts is all you need, not the whole flippin' bottle.


To be honest, dumping all your toys everywhere and dumping your crayons and markers everywhere is not really playing. I know you think it is, but it's not. It's called a "Make More Work For Mommy Project". Throwing a tantrum because I asked you to clean up your crayons is not really necessary either.





When mommy and daddy ask you to use your fork instead of your hands to eat your rice, "No" is not the response we're looking for. "OK" works much better. And, we also expect you to actually use the fork.


Sometimes mommy temporarily loses her mind. Please do not feed off this. For example, if mommy leaves the roll of stamps on the table, do not make a picture for daddy with them. They aren't stickers.


Please do not bring your trike off the deck and ride it in the kitchen. Please.

Please do not scream at the top of your lungs and laugh when Will starts to cry.

Please do not ever, ever again ask the cashier at WalMart (or anywhere) if she has nipples. She does. EVERYONE does.



You definetly keep things interesting. Thank God for naptime. I love you, sweet boy. I hope the next fwee years are as awesome as the past fwee have been.