Possession Day

[From Feb 2, 2012)

We got the keys to the new house on a Wednesday, although we weren't planning to move there until Friday. On the Thursday evening we had Scott box up a few of his things to help stake out his new room. Sadly, Katie didn't have a box (just a few pictures on the wall), so we eventually had to pacify her with a life jacket from Scott's closet and a snack.

Valentine Poem(s)

Does a haiku count?
Is it romantic enough
For Valentine's Day?



I love you madly!
I would shout from the rooftops,
But it'd wake the kids.

(shhh!) Be my Valentine?
-D

Raising Ramoni

[From Jan 12, 2012]

The LDS church is constructing a temple in NW Calgary in the community where R's parents live. In fact, the temple is almost right behind their house, so we have been able to observe the progress on a weekly basis from their living room window. The groundbreaking was in May 2010, and now things have progressed to the point that the top of the spire was lifted in place with a crane. The spire is topped with a golden statue of an angel blowing a trumpet, similar to the one atop the temple in Salt Lake City, Utah. The angel is named Moroni -- an ancient figure from the Book of Mormon -- and his east-facing trumpet symbolizes the worldwide preaching of the teachings of Jesus Christ.



In the 40-year construction of the Salt Lake Temple, the statue was part of the capstone, the placement of which marked the completion of the exterior construction. In this case, the statue helps give the temple its final shape, but does not mark the end of the construction phase. Still, seeing the statue go up still seems like a special event -- perhaps because it is such a visible and distinctive symbol.

R and the kids watched the proceedings from the relative comfort of her parents' enclosed deck on a frigid Thursday morning:







Scott provided me with a play-by-play summary of the events of the day. I noticed that he pronounced "Moroni" as "Ramoni", which makes me suspect he just tacked an "I" on the end of the more familiar name of Ramone from the Disney/Pixar film "Cars."

Scott will eventually sort it out, I'm sure, as he and Moroni will be neighbours. The view from his bedroom in our new house includes a view of the spire, rising above the rooftops. We still hadn't moved in when the statue was put in place, but this was the view from his room when we finally took possession.

Big Hair For Everyone

[From Jan 27, 2012]

Friday was haircut day here at the house. Both kids got a trim.



Afterwards, Katie was watching R curling her own hair and asked, "What you doing?" R explained in toddler terms and asked if Katie wanted a turn. The results were quite dramatic, and make me think of the original Charlie's Angels TV series (which was on when I was about 4 years old). Long after her styling session was over, she kept pointing at her curls and saying "hot." Hot is maybe an overstatement, but perhaps she was just referring to the hot curling iron.



I think these kids are cute.

Screen Time

We don't have a video game system, but Scott really loves to go to Kizi.com and play all the free kids games there. He often needs a bit of help from us to sort out the way a game should be played, since his reading skills are still a bit limited. However, it is surprising how well he can navigate the site and how he is developing a sense of how the game interfaces are laid out and where you probably should click to play, replay, continue, etc.

If he had his druthers, Scott would stay on-line all day playing these games, so we have to limit his time. However, he often suggests TV or playing gaming apps on a smartphone as an alternative. R has landed on the concept of "screen time." There is a general limit on how much screen time he should have in a day, and beyond that he has to find other means of entertainment. That's when the board games often come out. Once he gets into a board game, then he wants to play that game every moment of the day. Recent favourites are Sequence for Kids, Uno, and Mega Bloks Race Car Builder.

Katie Turns Two Part III

[From Jan 20, 2012]



The final stage of the birthday was back at home, where we had pizza, opened presents, ate dessert and watched Planet 51. Katie can finally stop stealing Scott's backpack because Grandma & Grandpa W got a bumblebee backpack that is all her own. She can fill it and her new purse with her phone and her new Polly Pocket dolls. Happy Birthday Katie! You are such a little doll and we absolutely adore you!

Opening Presents




New Backpack


K & K

Katie Turns Two - Part II

[From Jan 20, 2012]





For Katie's actual birthday we went out bowling -- just our family plus auntie Karla. We now save on shoe rentals for R every time, thanks to the shoe mix-up last time we went. Just like last time, Katie was super-enthusiastic about playing with the bowling balls, but she found it difficult to wait for her turn. For the first half of the game we battle to keep her from bowling everybody else's turn, trying to find ways to occupy her while she waited for her next ball. We were so successful at our diversions that we spent the second half of the game campaigning for her to come back and bowl her balls. In the end, we just let her do her thing and Scott bowled for her. He could bowl all night if he had the chance.

Katie


Katie Bowling


Ball Retrievers


Karla


Katie Watching for Bowling Balls


The Scores


In the end, the award for highest score goes to auntie K, while the prize for cutest baby goes to Katie. Moments like this give me waves of anticipatory nostalgia -- I think about how I will miss having my little kids once they are all big and grown. Babies, please don't grow up.

Katie & Dad

Katie Turns Two - Part I

We celebrated Katie's 2nd birthday with the family in Calagary a few days early at the usual Sunday evening gathering, since several would be unavailable on the actual day. With Christmas memories only a few weeks old, Katie knows exactly what is meant by "presents", although she still gives a bit of blank look when you mention "birthday".



Sadly, my camera battery died just as we were lighting the candles, but uncle Ross came through with a shot from his phone of the big moment. Gluten-free brownies & ice cream!



Fun with Cousins


Katie & Alli


Katie and Adalia

Guess Who's Almost Two!

The Hockey Experience

We signed up Scott for community soccer this week, and I have the autumn registration dates for community basketball in my calendar (in fact, I plan to be his coach). We held off on t-ball this year, but he'll probably play next year. People at work ask me if I'm putting him in hockey and I just shrug my shoulders. I don't know much about playing ice hockey. I can hardly skate. However, I can't deny that I enjoy a good brawl -- and that's exactly what we got when I took the kids to see the SAIT Trojans play the Clippers of Briercrest College and Seminary on Saturday afternoon.



We were only there for the 3rd period, but we saw 3 goals and 3 fights. There was such a steady stream of misconducts being handed out, there were four or five SAIT players in the penalty box at once (in addition to the 2-3 others who were booted altogether). I warned Scott prior to the game that the players might get into a fight. He originally misunderstood that they were REAL FIGHTS, as our "fights" at home are essentially play-wrestling. I think he was a bit shocked (and delighted) at the savagery of a real-life hockey brawl.



Scott locks onto any sports contest with absolute focus. Katie thought it was interesting, but she mostly focused on operating the folding seats. She gave the most alarmed looks every time they blew the horn. It was good that we only went for one period, because she was probably not going to last much longer.



In the end SAIT totally dominated, which was good for Scott, since he always cheers for the red team.



For the sake of balance, we are going to sign Scott up for an afternoon floor hockey class. That's my kind of hockey -- all of the fighting with none of the skating.

Katie

She loves to sit quietly and examine things.

First Family Photo of 2012

[From Jan 1, 2012]

The first day of 2012 couldn't be any better, as we attended the missionary farewell of one of R's Ottawa girls whose family recently transplanted to the Calgary area (she's heading Boise Idaho), and then lounged around at their house for a while eating fabulous food.



Our thanks to Grandma Christensen for the photo. Too bad I am sitting so close to the camera. Perhaps I will go back with photoshop and try to make myself a few sizes smaller.

Is it just my imagination, or am I slowly morphing into my father?

Christmas Card Catastrophe

Yesterday we received a Christmas card from my aunt and uncle in Illinois, and while they are known for their lively family photos, this card was remarkable for another reason -- because nearly a quarter of it had been bitten off by a mail-sorting machine. Poor Jennika took the brunt of the damage. Fortunately, we were at the wedding last December so we have some less-mangled pictures of the newlyweds.



The USPS put the remains of the card into a "We're Sorry" envelope and sent it along to us. I checked for the postmark date and realized that it didn't make it far enough through the machine to even get postmarked. So, if anyone wants two US stamps, let me know. I can steam them off and send them to you. Just send me a self-addressed envelope, postage paid.

Big Boy Bedlam

We were given a free Big Boy Bed, but we weren't sure when to put it in service. Since we are moving at the end of the month, the most practical thing to do would be to switch beds during the move, upgrading Katie from crib to bed in the deal. However, it seemed to us that moving to a new house and new room would be a big enough change that it might be nice for the kids to have a familiar bed, so we might hold off.

Well, R was out for the evening when our friends dropped the bed off, so I just went with the flow and set up the new bed in Scott's room, since it was obvious that's what he really wanted. My job as Dad is to be predictably unpredictable.



Of course, Katie was just as enthusiastic as Scott about the new bed... and the flashlight that somehow made it into the proceedings (I think I mentioned something about about getting a mattress from the attic and Scott rushed off to get a flashlight, but I found the mattress in the basement instead). Of course, when someone has a flashlight, the lights HAVE to get switched off, regardless what kind of photos Dad is trying to take.



With the ensuing bedlam that alternated in darkness and light I eventually gave up trying to get a staged photo of the two kids snuggled up in bed and captured them as they truly are:



This last photo was actually taken in the dark with a flash. Apparently, that's what Scott looks like when the lights go out.