Paris now has his own shaving gel and razor.
It's official.
He is all grown up.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I give up
Went to a local restaurant tonight to celebrate... well, nothing really. We just like to celebrate. And eat out.
Talked about our favourite restaurants.
"My favourite restaurant is that little beach hut on Haad Yao beach in Thailand where we could eat our Pad Thai on the sand," I said.
"Guess what my favourite restaurant is?" said the little guy.
"Um... Romeo's?" I guessed.
"Nope."
"That schnitzel house in Germany we went to?" I guessed again.
"Nope."
"Earl's?"
"Nope."
"That restaurant you liked in Disneyland?" (Not really thinking of any particular restaurant, but figured Disneyland might be a good guess.)
"Nope."
"Okay, I give up."
"Home," he said with a big loving grin.
Ahhhh.... need I say more?
Talked about our favourite restaurants.
"My favourite restaurant is that little beach hut on Haad Yao beach in Thailand where we could eat our Pad Thai on the sand," I said.
"Guess what my favourite restaurant is?" said the little guy.
"Um... Romeo's?" I guessed.
"Nope."
"That schnitzel house in Germany we went to?" I guessed again.
"Nope."
"Earl's?"
"Nope."
"That restaurant you liked in Disneyland?" (Not really thinking of any particular restaurant, but figured Disneyland might be a good guess.)
"Nope."
"Okay, I give up."
"Home," he said with a big loving grin.
Ahhhh.... need I say more?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Spring cleaning
Whew... cleaning up a few photos and replacing them with new ones. Feels good. Kinda how I imagine my parents felt all those years when they removed all the baking pans, cleaned up the loose flour, wiped things down, and then put everything back in again.
Spring cleaning.
In our house, that now means spending days in the garden cleaning up from fall and winter.
Eventually, we will have all the flowers and flou-flou dead and taken out, replaced with natural, indigenous ferns, moss, salal and rotting leaves. Ah, nature.
Spring cleaning.
In our house, that now means spending days in the garden cleaning up from fall and winter.
Eventually, we will have all the flowers and flou-flou dead and taken out, replaced with natural, indigenous ferns, moss, salal and rotting leaves. Ah, nature.
My Favourite Photo
My Favourite Photo
My Favourite Photo
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