Maaaaiiiiizzze

Joel has been doing his rural rotation in Rosthern, so you'd think I'd heard about the Rosthern corn maze from him, but you'd be wrong. It was from some other random dad at the clinic when I was taking Geneva in to see about her head. 

So we went to the corn maze today. The MAIZE maze. I am never going to not think that joke is funny. Anyway. It was aMAZEing (can't stop. Won't stop). 

The donkeys and sheep and goats were just...around. Like, there was technically a petting zoo, with llamas in a pen and things. 

Hullo, llama. Do you want pettings, she says?

But there were also just ANIMALS. Eleanor was in her element. 

We went in the Little Stalks entrance of the maize maze, and got hopelessly lost and wandered around for fifteen minutes and ended up back at the entrance.

We are not good at mazes. But we ARE good at bouncy castles. 

And caramel apples. 

Thems is hard work. 

'What was the best part of your day, Eleanor?' 'The horses! I fed them some CORRRRRNNNNNNS.'

You did. Splendid day. 

Babies be giving you grey hairs

Ok first of all, it was like 21 degrees today. THAT IS LIKE 70 DEGREES ALICE I SERIOUSLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN'T DO YOUR OWN GOOGLE CONVERSIONS. It is past the middle of October. And here we are.

So in other news. A baby's soft spot is supposed to be flat to their skull or a little indented, and if it's really sunken that means the baby is dehydrated, so Joel compulsively checks Geneva's soft spot, and like two weeks ago he was all, I don't like how her soft spot is distended a little.

And I was like, Is this a thing I should be worrying about and he was like, Nah, it's fine. But then I'm up googling things at 2 am when I'm feeding the baby and the internet is all, MENINGITIS! HYDROCEPHALY! And I'm like, Well she clearly doesn't have that first thing and probably not the second one either. And the internet is like, WELL BRAIN TUMOR THEN.

And in the light of day we were both like, Ehhhh, it's probably nothing. We'll keep an eye on it. But a week passed and it didn't go away and you'd feel dumb if you had to be like, No, we totally noticed this worrying symptom, we just didn't do anything about it.

So I took her to the walk-in clinic and the doctor was like, Well, if she wasn't so lively and thriving, I'd send you to the pediatric ER right now. But we'll get you an ultrasound in the next day or two, make sure nothing is wrong.

And then I started to panic, because babies. And I panicked hard for two days until we had the ultrasound, and no one sent us for a CT scan or called other doctors in for consults and I started to relax.

And last night, the clinic dr phoned after I was in bed just to make sure someone had contacted me, and to let me know that my baby is fine. Her brain is fine. We don't know why her soft spot is distended, but it could just be the way her head is shaped. We'll keep an eye on it, but for now EVERYTHING IS FINE.

We are greatly relieved.

Knees for days

Geneva is super into her knees right now.

She's always grabbing them.

Always.

I think it's because she's fascinated by her feet

but can't reach them, on account of her ham hocks.

So knees it is.

Such a glorious mid-October.

Joel is working today, which stinks. 

But THE WEATHER THIS EVENING WAS AMAZING. 

Picnics forever. 

Boots for always. 

Eyebrows up all over the place. 

Eleanor + Limes Forever

Can't stop. 

Won't stop. 

Never change, Eleanor. 

Bfff

Oh look, Geneva Wren can sit up!

HA HA, no she can not. 

Turkeys all around.

It has been brought to my attention that I haven't posted in a while. 

Forgive me, we have had Thanksgiving guests. 

Saskatoon has been putting on it's prettiest face for our visitors. 

We went to the zoo. 

We roasted a turkey. 

We bought a pumpkin pie and had it for dessert and then breakfast and then snack, because you have to eat Costco pumpkin pies AGGRESSIVELY or they are in your fridge forever. 

Joel and I went on a date and ate all the sushis. 

Joel and I went on a run to make up for all of that pie and sushi.

Now I have two turkey pot pies and two meals worth of turkey noodle soup and both are very heavy on the turkey. 

It wouldn't be a family visit if someone didn't get a little bit sick, so now we all have colds, and the baby is permitted to nap on my body. 

As though I could say no. She has dimples where her knuckles should be. 

An update.

So on the one hand, Eleanor has started saying No I amn't, and I am never going to correct her. On the other hand, after a year of scribbling and then a few months of drawing fairly credible jellyfish but not much else, today Eleanor is like, I drew a man!

Yes, you did. 

Geneva is teething and sick and up like five times a night for nearly a week now and it is her GREAT GOOD FORTUNE that she is so cute. 

Child, you are KILLING. ME. 

Wrenling

Let's talk about Geneva Wren for a bit. I feel like she falls under the radar because she's not running around saying things like, I have a kiss for my dear old goose dad! (What in the world, Eleanor.) But Geneva is doing things. Like teething. You can't do up any zippers or snaps near that child's neck without her grabbing at your hand and trying to bite you.

She's forever pulling her soother out of her mouth and waving it around, like a tiny drunk. Like it's the pipe she's punctuating her sentences with.

I've started calling her 'Hambone' and I don't think I can stop. She's so plump. She's a dumpling. A dumplestiltskin.

She can't talk without something in her mouth, but when there's something in her mouth, she can't shut up.

Still with the spitties. It never gets old. And she does it, and then waits for you to do it back. It's like a CONVERSATION.

She's at that perfect age where you can be like, Uhhhhhh, here's the strap that tightens your car seat, I guess? And she's like, Astounding. *bite bite bite*

Just so many childrens

We couldn't stop taking pictures of the babies together.

Can't stop.

Won't stop.

They couldn't stop trying to taste each other.

Can't stop.

Won't stop.

Eleanor found a 'fancy dancer' dress and wouldn't take it off for three days.

At one point, she added a fox hat and mittens.

Eventually she accidentally peed in it and I had to throw it in the wash, but by then we'd found a zebra costume I bought at a garage sale over a year ago

and her dragon costume from her first Halloween. 

One size fits all.