JD in the Planter

At the front door there is a small shelf-type-thing/leaning spot that is common in houses of this era. There was a planter in the top of it, but we removed that with the intention of covering over the hole. But that never happened. Instead, JD has found a new hang out. NO ELLY’S ALLOWED.

Attack of the Babies

The Johnson’s were in town this weekend and that meant there was a significantly large attack of the babies. And even worse than babies, or even attacking babies, are babies who are attacking me. Chloe (on my shoulders) snuck up from behind, while Kaytlyn flanked me.

P.S. However, Chloe may have been distracted from the initial attack as she decided it would be best to eat her slightly younger cousin.

P.P.S. You can read a better account on Tanya’s (my sister-in-law) blog.

Harvest Hopper

2004 was the last summer I worked as a camp counselor. That last summer I worked at Kinasao, in northern Saskatchewan. I started that summer in the spring, re-painting all the cabins and buildings and various other maintenance work. During the spring, there were various things going on before the children arrived. One of those events was a Mental Health camp and one night there was a bingo and guess what I won? The most beautiful of hats—the Harvest Hopper hat. From that day on, the Harvest Hopper was my work hat.

I am happy to report that I received a job offer this week and I am done temping, so I am taking the rest of the week to vacation. Which really means I am going to be doing yard work. Bagging leaves. Pruning trees. And Dad is going to help me (or rather I am going to help dad) put in a proper vent for our upstairs bathroom. So I am in my work cloths, with the Harvest Hopper on and I am ready to roll.