Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
"The Sea, Once it casts its spell holds one in its net of wonder forever" - Jacques Cousteau
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Michelle: James check this out. I wonder what celebrity I look like.
James: Probably Isla Fisher (the hot red head from Wedding Crashers. Australian and friggin beautiful. I love my husband. Like a lot....
Michelle: Acting all aloof. Oh, that would be cool.
Michelle: What the F*CK! Slams computer shut.
James: What, what did it say?
Michelle: That my celebrity match is Tom Cruise!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
And where is Tara when I need her? I am forever behind the camera and can never manage to get a decent shot of me and the kiddo.....This is the best one from the trip. Boo hoo! It ended coming out all blurry and I have a fake smile and Rowan is getting tired of all the cheesy poses. And it really highlights the pretty stainless steel fridge more then it does us.
I guess he doesn't need a whole lot of room when all he wants to do is eat the chair.
Rowan has started eating carrots, squash, bananas and apples. The veggies are making his nose turn a lovely orange colour! And he is so fair skinned that he looks a little like Rudolph with a hint more tangerine...
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Illustration 1: Rowan has spotted the camera strap. The precious is calling to him.
Illustration 2: In order to get the precious, Frodo, I mean Rowan, will need to climb Mount Doom, I mean, mommy's leg....
Illustration 3: Mommy just added this picture because she thought it was cute.
Illustration 4: So close....Just need to reach and the precious will be ALL MINE...
Illustration 5: The sweet smell of success!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Unfortunately, with crawling comes falling. And I haven't quite got used to this yet. Case in point, Rowan took a spill for the first time a few days ago, and when he started to cry I started to bawl hysterically. James was stunned and Rowan was shocked into silence. After getting a lecture from James on how NOT to react when a child takes a tumble, Rowan fell down again five minutes later and I, like a broken record, when into hysterics mode. Folks, this was not one of my finer moments believe me. James looks at me and starts laughing. Which makes me cry harder. Now I swear, the husband, my child and my pug are all looking at me like I am nuts. Which I guess I am. Nuts. This certainly qualifies me, doesn't it?! If Lola could talk she probably would have told me to take my meds. And James, being the super smart man that he is, thought it I am sure but chose to remain silent. After the "incident", James followed Rowan around the entire night, making sure there were no spills, as mommy was in a fragile state. Seriously. Seriously. Seriously...