Lacking the energy, inclination, motivation and creative burst to write something engaging here, I present more photos from the recent holiday type thing the four of us (and the dog) took down south to Lethbridge.
Photos ahoy!
Just before we pulled out of the driveway to head south, Tavish was clowning around with Daddy's favourite hat. It came free in a two-four of Molson Canadian several years ago during a promotional thing. I'm not sure if it's my favourite because it's so well broken in, or because it was free.
Here we are on Grandma and Grandpa's back patio being generally content and smiley.
Grandpa takes his golf VERY seriously. This is him giving the boys a ride in his golf cart, which he normally keeps parked down at the Country Club. Except for now, while he's converting it to a replica of a '67 Mustang. (Did I mention very seriously?) The horn on that bad boy scared the crap out of the wee ones.
Amy making kissy faces at Tavish through her parents' front bay window. Tav sometimes likes to play hard to get, a talent that may serve him well later in life.
Grandma and Tav playing in the rocks. (And the wind.)
It was so nice the whole week -- Amy and I hardly did anything but watch other people watch our kids for us. Sometimes we didn't even do that. And since Grandpa is in the midst of renovating their basement (where our bedroom normally would be), the boys slept upstairs with the grand-folks, and my wife and I pitched our tent in the backyard (shuddup!) and never ONCE had to wake up to a crying baby. Awesome!!
Tavish shows off his nascent pitching skills to Grandma and cousin BANDA! (Note the ball captured in mid-air.)
So far, all signs point to the second son being a southpaw, so I may yet have one perfect child.
Tavish rests contentedly atop his grandfather's belly whilst the elder gentleman plucks and nibbles upon the lad's toes.
We took a stroll around the man-made Henderson Lake in search of crayfish. We only found empty carapaces cast aside by hungry birds. Sometimes I really wish I knew what Declan was thinking. (I think that was a non sequitur.)
Tav clambers over the rocks to peer into the water for himself.
About halfway around the lake he refused to ride in the stroller or in my arms, so we pursued him (barefoot) around the path for half an hour, only occasionally herding him back in the right direction. Most notably when we were passed by a couple of female joggers and he turned immediately to trot after them in apparent pursuit. (I quietly smiled an 'attaboy' then on his behalf.)
Here, near the end of our trek, he thirsts.
Back home again after the five-hour drive north. Declan discovered my hard hat in the back of my truck. The next day he insisted upon wearing it in the shopping cart while we three Fraser men went grocery shopping. Safety first.
One word -- Crocs!!!
Okay, so I always have more than one word. Sounds like a heavenly time. I fear our upcoming vacation with my folks and my brother and his little family won't be quite the relaxing time.
But, there's always hope! At the very least, I too will bring home lots of pictures.
No images of meticulously manicured national borders, but pictures nonetheless.
Posted by: Mark | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 12:55 AM
I forgive your lack of creativity...but only because your kids are so cute. It really is shameful they way you use them ;)
Love the drinking fountain picture and (whoop...Norah's awake. Talk again soon)
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 05:50 AM
I might say this everytime you post pictures of the boys, but they are getting so darn big! And cuter by the second it looks like...
Glad you all had such a great vacation!
Posted by: Tal | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 08:12 AM
Double treat! with you and Amy both posting kids pics! :D
I like best the first one, the fountain one and the Declan with lake one, but that's not to say the other ones are not totally cute! Glad to see so much family vacation good time. Ours is coming up next week...!!
Posted by: Émilie B | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 09:22 AM
Methinks Declan is having deep, dark thoughts in that particular picture. Either that or he's quite exaperated with the number of pictures he's been forced to pose for. My bet is with the former.
Posted by: Jayson Merryfield | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 10:24 AM
Mark, I can't believe how prolific those Crocs are among, well, everybody! I refuse to buy any and will stick to my lovely Birkenstocks. Leather and cork and rubber, oh my! Have fun on your own vacations.
Moksha, your forgiveness is as a soothing balm to my inner turmoil. Well, not really. And it is shameful how I use my boys, so it's a good thing that I'm a generally shameless person.
Tal, you might always say it, but I never tire of hearing it. So you know.
Émy, the fact that Amy and I posted pics on the same day was entirely by accident. We don't normally even speak when at home together and only communicate by steely glares and tersely written notes. What a coincidence!
Jayson, I think Dex's deep, dark thoughts may have something to do with his exasperation. You're on to something there.
Posted by: Simon | Tuesday, 26 June 2007 at 11:18 AM
Makes me want to go on a vacation ASAP! I need to get away!
Posted by: TerriTorial | Wednesday, 27 June 2007 at 04:10 PM