Three months just whizzing by.

The Genny Wren is three months old today. 

We are in chaos around here; swimming lessons have sort of consumed our lives. But I made a ginger peach galette. 

Sorry that you were asleep when we ate it and also are a baby, little Wren. 

 

Fine baby you are, though. 

So handsy.

Geneva loves to fall asleep with somebody's hand over her face.

LOVES IT.

You're doing it wrong, mom.

There. Needs more hands, though.

(Phone has survived toilet dunking, may we all rejoice.)

Here are some old pictures I found on my computer, though.

We went to the animal fair. The birds and the beasts were there. Then I dropped my phone in a supermarket toilet and now I can't even show you the picture of Eleanor feeding a bottle of milk to a baby goat, which I was going to post alongside a picture of Eleanor feeding a bottle of milk to Geneva (which activity she took Very Seriously and has not stopped talking about).

Oh well. We'll let the tupperware container full of rice do its work, and see where we are tomorrow.

I signed her up for a week of swimming lessons, kind of at the last minute. I can't do the kind of lessons where you have to go in with them, because I have this whole other child now, and Joel is never going to be reliably home on Tuesdays, or whenever, so I jumped at the condensed week of summer lessons (jumped at after a month of walking by the sign and being like, I should get on that), and they start tomorrow.

I am terrified for her.

I mean, she's going to be fine. It's lessons for little kids, so they'll go slowly, and I'll be right there in the bleachers. It's just, what if she's nervous and I'm not right there? I'm being a total mom about it. She's my firstborn, and it's been just her and me for so long, and now she's going to go off and have an adventure without me. Sort of.

It'll be good for her, both as an independent experience and as an actual lesson in swimming. It'll be good for me, too.

Gerrrrrm everywhere.

We have colds. 

Again. 

We have the most useless immune systems on the market. 

Nobody is sleeping well. 

We have been staying close to home. 

Maybe we venture out for a pastry if Joel is working the evening shift, and we just cannot about supper. 

Joel has taken the girls out for a few hours, and I am just going to lie here. I don't even care if I sleep. I'm just going to lie in my bed, all alone, and no one is going to wake me up because they are hungry or because the thunder is loud. 

I'm so excited. 

We remember.

It is hot as BALLS right now, and I am not complaining at all because I remember how cold it was and will be again. I mean, not even three months ago we were still in winter coats.

Early May:

Earlier today:

Early April:

Early this evening:

And just for funs, roundabouts this time last year:

Roundabouts an hour ago:

Oh, my embiggening girl.

Saskatoon people problems

What do you think.

Should we go to the Fringe Festival today

and Ribfest tomorrow?

Or to Ribfest today

and the Fringe Festival tomorrow?

Or should we go to the Fringe Festival this morning

and Ribfest this afternoon?

And then tomorrow we can reverse the order? 

No, that is ridiculous. 

We cannot handle that much festivalling. 

Let's just go to Ribfest today

and the Fringe Festival tomorrow

and call it good. 

This is just how I read.

Like this.

Like this.

Like this.

Like this.

Like this.

Like this.

Like this.

I am a totally normal reading sort of person.

A swarm of Bs (and also Ps [and a K])

A Box of Books from Blackbird

And Bubble wrap too ('I'm popping this blanket of bubbles! Pop, pop, pop.')

And a Picnic at the Park

And the Pool

And Painting

And another Picnic because SUMMER

And the (splash) Park. 

And B P Kisses. Soooo many kisses. 

Alright day, yesterday.