Dreaming of Summer

Sam and I were chatting before bed tonight and he was telling me how he wants to go to camp with his cousin next summer.  I said to him: "You know, Levi liked it so much I think he's going to want to go for more than just one night next summer."  He thought about that for a minute and then said "Well, if it is for 2 or 3 nights than you can write me letters.  You can write: 'I'm so sad, please come home!' and I will write back: 'I'll be home soon.  Love, Sam'."

And Off She Goes

Today was Maarti's first day of Preschool.  We were a little anxious about how she would do this morning when I dropped her off.  Well... she barely turned around to wave at me when I left her there!  When her class was over I asked her how it was... Apparently it was "Awesome Possum!".

 

Sweet Relief!

Our Big Boy started grade one this week!  He loves it and is so happy to be back in school.  He really likes his new teacher, but he has also been quite clear that "She is really serious."

Tonight around bedtime the phone rang, Jeremy answered and chatted with the telemarketer for a few minutes.  When he hung up Sam quickly asked "Who was that, Dad?"
Jeremy:  "That was Mr. Stephen Harper."
Sam:  "Oh Phew, it wasn't Mrs. Gibb!"

Oh Brother... BROTHERS!

Yesterday was Emily's Birthday!  (Good thing Maarti is on the ball or I would have totally forgotten!)

Maarti prepared a lovely picnic for the occassion.

Unfortunately the party got crashed...

Literally!