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Round about two years ago I was sitting at the Grey Nuns hospital in a delivery room preparing my first lunch break as a new father. Claire was born a few minutes before noon — and that was that. I might have more to say later, but for now feel free to pounce the comments with birthday wishes for our two year old girl. I’ll read them to her later.
Holiday Monday and we’re barreling down highway 2 in a freak mid-May snow storm. That’s what 24 hours in Red Deer gets you, I guess. And to think I planted my garden on Saturday afternoon whilst basking in the mid-20s sunlight. Claire, lucky girl, sleeps through the hour-plus ride.
Having overwhelmed my poor self (pity party?) with a heaping pile of crazy obligations, readers shouldn’t be surprised that I haven’t had much time to write much here besides ranting scatter shot posts of everything under the sun. Claire celebrated her half-birthday yesterday. She’s officially eighteen months old. One and a half. Where has the time gone? We treated her with a visit to the grandparents, a drive through the lingering remains of a snowstorm, and an impromptu haircut in the bathtub (because her bangs were just so darned long!) There is just one more week to get your photos in for the latest PhotoShootChallenge. No extensions this time. Battlestar Galactica is over. *sniff* After four seasons of mind-blowing science fiction, the finale aired Friday [...]
Much to everyone’s amazement, the little Claire Bear took to camping like her namesake, rooting the bushes for tasty morsels and hibernating until well past seven in the morning — and she put down roots in the wilderness as if she’d been born there. The kid, her dad is pleased to announce, is a bona fide wood nymph and if this past weekend was any indication will likely keep her mom and pop company on many future trips into the wilderness. Of course, I brought the camera along, and you can click to see a whole album of random camping shots: True, we did have a cozy camper to park ourselves away from the harsher elements. And true, the flush toilets were a nice bonus. [...]
Assisting dad with his Saturday morning coffee addiction by causing him to tip his long-anticipated morning brew all over the living room floor as he lunges to prevent you from grabbing it just moments before realizing that he could really use three hands in this parenting gig. Baffling dad with your never ending chatter and babbling, sometime happy, sometimes sad, always a nonsense stream of vocalizations that make him wonder what is going on inside that little brain of yours. Confusing dad by not letting him gain any sort of ground in understanding you from day to day, ensuring that you act different with every person you meet, respond different to every food that is put in front of you, and that you never show [...]
Yesterday, Karin was rooting around in the girl’s mouth and discovered clear evidence of a lower incisor poking through soft gum. Yes, Claire is now officially teething. And she doesn’t seem too upset by the ordeal. Yet. Good thing we’ve got a dental plan. (Whatever.) I celebrated by having five yards of gravel dumped onto my driveway and spending the evening shoveling. If this seems like an odd way to commemorate the first tooth of your only daughter then, actually, there is really no connection. We decided to finish the last bit of landscaping this week and neither point seemed interesting enough from which to compose an entire blog post. Come to think of it, they’re not interesting together, either.