Building Bumps

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 21 May 2013 00:02:00 +0000

Week #7

{ another instalment of 'dirty baby soup' }

Week #24

On Meeting Someone Special

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Sat, 18 May 2013 02:07:00 +0000

Six months ago we met for the very first time:

And my life has never been sweeter.

Happy Half Birthday my sweet sweet Boy!!!

xo

Down By the Bay

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 16 May 2013 01:39:00 +0000

What an amazing place to live : )

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Mon, 13 May 2013 10:44:00 +0000

Week #6

Week #23

Just Eat It

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 09 May 2013 01:06:00 +0000

The wonderful world of food...

Hmm, not so bad maybe.......

ok, how 'bout a pickle?

And remember two years ago?

Someone else started out on this food adventure.

As you can see, it's not going so well....

At least the dog is happy : )

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Mon, 06 May 2013 00:34:00 +0000

Week #5

Week #22

Painting Fences with Children

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 02 May 2013 01:16:00 +0000

It's been a while since i have done a house update,

mainly because i'm too busy pointing the camera at these adorable little boys of mine.

Like these little boys, the list of things to do grows and grows, and grows some more.

But occasionally things actually do get checked off.

This almost check mark (we kind of ran out of boards) was added out of necessity more than anything else,

as keeping little boys safe, contained, and out of the ocean has become a big priority lately.

Pretty sure he got more paint on him than the fence, but at least he looked good doing it.

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 30 Apr 2013 00:37:00 +0000

Week #3

Week #22

5 Months

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:33:00 +0000

Dear Emmitt,

it never ceases to amaze me, how quickly babies grow and change and grow some more;

how different you are from just a few short weeks ago!

you are rounding out and fattening up, and all that dark hair you showed up with a few short months ago is disappearing,
being replaced by that beautiful blond Covey boy hair that your brother has made so famous.
your cheeks are full and tremendously kissable, as are your knees and toes,
your tummy, fingers and nose....

your smiles are bigger, giggles last longer and squeals are much louder these days,

and you interact so much more with the world around you.

you love lying on the bed while your brother bounces up and down around you,
and though i'm scared he's going to land on you, when it does happen it's not like it's going to be the last time anyways...
so bounce away jake, just watch out for your little brother okay? always?

some days we have it all figured out, you and i and jakey.
then there's those days, the other days, when the figurative shit hits the fan, the real shit hits everything,
and everybody (including myself) cries at the same time.

but then you smile your oh-so-sweet smile, your brother returns once again to his sublimely snuggly self,
and i fall in love all over again....

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Sat, 20 Apr 2013 21:37:00 +0000

Week #2

Week #21

On Little Boys, and Motherhood...

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:04:00 +0000

yes it's silly. it's a crappy grainy iphone picture. but it might be one of my

favourite. photos. ever.

of all time.

because this is what life looks like around here, every morning.

i love that there is a two year old draped around my neck. i love that he is happy.

it's there, in his face.

i love this intimacy that is motherhood; the constant state of attending to little bodies.

the way they smell after a bath, those flushed after-nap cheeks.

how i can smooth stray locks of hair, pick them up and smother them with kisses whenever i want,

give nose rubs or tickle tiny tummies...

at any given moment i am usually in direct contact with a little body.

a little boy.

sure, sometimes it doesn't always smell great around here.

sometimes i wish i had less little boy time and more me time.

and sometimes that little boy is more of a monkey on my back that i care to admit.

but it's hilarious.

it's pure and wild and fierce, this little boy love.

and if i don't take these crappy iphone pictures,

how quickly it will all fade.

so i take them,

and stash them away for later, when there are no more sticky fingers in my hair.

for when no one calls me mommy any more.

i take them to remind myself of this time, of these perfect little boys.

because it won't be like this for long....

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 10:34:00 +0000

Week #1 - v.3!

Week #20

He Said She Said v.2

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 01:50:00 +0000

The insanity continues...

Me: "Hey do you want to go outside or what?"
Jake: "What."

After Jake lets out a bunch of farts:
Me: "Was that you farting?"
Jake: "Maybe a little bit mommy, a little tiny bit."

Dr. Nails still hung up on the unicorn thing:

"I can't believe people don't believe there were unicorns, what the hell do they think a narwhale is?!

Yeah, there's giant fish with a horn but it's impossible for horses to have them? Come on!"

Jake after soaking his pants, socks and even filling his rain boots with pee:
"I pee outside like Hannah!!"

We were on our way home speeding along at about 80kph
Dr. Nails while driving, both hands on the wheel and wearing sunglasses: "Look at that!"
Me frantically looking left then right then back again: "Where? What?"
Dr: "Man you're bad at that, you should practise."

J: "I need wash my hands"
Me: "Why?"
J: "I hab pee on dem."
of course. why else?

After a day of botched conversations between myself and the dear Dr:
Dr Nails: "communication between us it at an all-time low."
In order to avoid any more confusion I simply nodded my agreement.
Unfortunately he wasn't looking at me....

But hey, here's looking at you : )

Disclaimer: All conversations were in jest, no feelings were harmed in the making of this blog post.

Now and Then v.2

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 00:57:00 +0000

Emmitt, April 4th 2013

Jake March 5th 2011

I was a little bit late on this one, and mr. Emmitt fills out the bumbo a little more... but it's pretty close.

Some days i see a resemblance in them, but most days they simply look like themselves.

Do you guys see similarities?

Once again you can certianly see which one of these guys has the attitude!

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 01:09:00 +0000

Week #52

Two whole years of weekly photos!
I LOVE looking back at these pictures and seeing how much they grow : )
See Jakie's whole second year HERE, and the first year HERE.

Week #19

An Egg-celent Easter Hunt

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:39:00 +0000

Due to technical difficulties this post is a little late....
fortunately the Easter bunny made it on time :)

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 00:41:00 +0000

Week #51

Week #18

Is it Spring yet?

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 01:37:00 +0000

We all know that Mother Nature doesn't pay any attention to our calendar,

so when we decided spring 'arrived' last week, she promptly laughed in our faces and let it snow.

Today, however, feels decidedly spring-like. (although i wouldn't put it past her to snow on us again...)

And so, i am going to say buh-bye to winter...

What really went on this winter:

New life was breathed into old places. The dog ate pucks. And infants played hockey.

We are, after all, Canadian : )
Thanks for the memories winter, now beat it!!!

Happy Easter everyone!

Four Months

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 11:04:00 +0000

Dear Emmitt,

A chunk a chunk of man you are turning into!

There are the best little giggles and squeals, and you love to be tickled under your armpits.

You roll over onto your belly but get stuck there, then get really MAD about it.

You started to suck on your fingers, your thumb, a soother, but haven't really committed yourself yet.

And you love to talk, we have been having great convos lately, mostly about how smitten i am with you.

I think you feel the same.

But it is hard, juggling you and your brother.

And as much as i love this stage of sweet smiles and giggles, i catch myself wishing it away;

wishing you were bigger, that you could be set down for a minute, that you could run and play with your brother.

But then i kiss your sweet cheeks (and your chin and your lips and your nose and your head and your belly...),

smell your delicious baby smell, and you breathe your sweet milk breath on my face,

and i change my mind.

I want you to stay this little forever :)

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:00:00 +0000

Week #50

Week #17

Brotherly Love

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 01:43:00 +0000

I love scrolling through our photo library, because you never know what you might find:

"wanna play dinkies emmitt?"

I think he was about two months old here, and already Jake's taking his big brother role seriously.
Now he says 'Emmitt too little to play car cars', but he will always make sure that Emmitt's got his blankie,
and never complains if i say he has to wait while i feed/change/snuggle our baby.
Let's just hope the first time someone takes someone else's toy garners the same reaction:)

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 01:04:00 +0000

You will have to forgive me for not being here lately.
It has taken me pretty much all day to bring you these pictures.
Two photos. The whole. entire. day.
And it's not because i don't want to be here, i just have two really good reasons not to:

Week #49

Week #15

My beautiful babies, how fast they grow.
I'm pretty sure next week Jake will be asking for the keys and Emmitt will be wearing size 12s : )

Photo of the Week

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 01:02:00 +0000

Week #49

Week #15

Hockey Head

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 01:34:00 +0000

I could comment here on how when i took this picture i didn't realize that he was watching a fight,
and how cute i thought the whole late afternoon hockey-with-dad scene was.
I could talk about how i hate that he is exposed to so much violence every single day,
in hockey, tv shows, those ufc commercials on sportscenter every morning, and even his cartoons.
I could tell you all how worried i am that i am doing him irreparable damage,
in this and in so many other ways.

Or i could just say "forget it," (or some other word that starts with the same letter)
and worry about something else... he does, after all, already have the hair.

Happy Friday!

*Disclaimer*
In case you didn't figure it out, i DO care, immensely, about all of the above : )

Now and Then

noreply@blogger.com (Gillian) — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 02:08:00 +0000

Emmitt: February 19th, 2013

Jake: February 5th, 2011

Guess you can tell which one's the attitude : )