Today is Father’s Day and for Matt, it’s his first Father’s Day!
Being silly at the 2011 Trek for Tourette
While it feels so natural to be a parent, I still have those moments of, “Holy crap! We had baby! We’re parents!”
I have a sibling. One brother. No sisters. But growing up, there were two cousins of mine that were like sisters and we have so many great memories that I can’t help but share a few photos here to show how much we’ve grown!
Sarah, Susan and I are the same age (with my birthday being in May and theirs in November). As twins, they were always very close, but found room for me to join in their twinsie fun. I remember lots of family camping adventures out in Eastport, them coming up to Bull Pond, and sleepovers at our aunt and uncle’s house. And let’s not forget the many hours in a certain cul-de-sac where we rode our bikes and played for hours. So many fun memories.
Not sure what year this was taken. Maybe 1986?
Sometime in 1994 I think.
August 2006
How much we’ve grown! I also find it to be a funny coincidence that in all three of these pictures we’re standing in the same spot of Sarah, myself, and Susan. Ha ha!
There are more photos of us together (from summer fun to dressing up at Halloween), but I’ll save those for another Thursday. ;)
For those of you not versed in comic book lore, Wolverine from the X-Men is Canadian.
Sometimes I wonder if either my family or Matt‘s are distantly related to Wolverine because I’m pretty sure our daughter’s toenails are made out of a diluted version of indestructible adamantium*!
Here’s another throwback Thursday. Since the summer days are fast approaching, it seems appropriate to share a photo of “going up to the country” from many years ago.
Roasting marshmallows with my brother and little cousin Megan.
My parents have a summer home on a pond off of the Salmonear Line (AKA the Irish Loop). And since I was around nine years old, it’s been the go-to place for our immediate family on weekends during the summer months.
Traditionally, we normally opened (de-winterized) the place on the 24th of May weekend and would close for the winter on Canadian Thanksgiving weekend.
In the background of this photo you can see the trailer we originally stayed in. It’s one of those old school tin can trailers; the one that looks like a giant toaster. We started off with simple things like a generator, water in barrels and propane for heating and cooking. But in time my father built a house on our land that includes electricity and water coming from a well.
Bull Pond is a second home for me and I love being there as much as possible. Of course during my teenage years, I went through that phase of “I’m bored, there’s nothing to do here.” But it didn’t last too long.
Even though we have a cottage/house with much more luxuries than when we first started out, it’s important to remember early days and how much fun it was to do simple things like roasting marshmallows over some hot coals. :)
As a knitter, I have to admit that making hats is often fun. They’re not usually hard (or you can avoid the really hard patterns if you want, cause there are so many different options out there) and they can knit up pretty quick.
Baby hats are even better because they’re small and you often want to use nice soft yarn. Non-knitted baby hats are just as cute cause they’re so little!
Before Missy Moo was born, I received a number of hats for her. My mother-in-law is a fantastic knitter and she did some very lovely hats and some with sweaters to match. Other hats were given by friends and family. Babies tend to lose a lot of heat from their heads and often lack a full head of hair, so having them strut around in a hat seems logical, right?
My daughter feels otherwise. Here are three different reactions to hats…