A friend told me there's a grey whale near the marina and that we don't have to pay a gazillion dollars to go on a whale watching tour. I have yet to meet a whale, and I've always wanted to, so tomorrow...
We're going on a whale hunt.
Going on a whale hunt.
But we're not afraid.
No, we're not afraid.
Actually, James and I tried once already to see it. We had a babysitter in, and drove down to the marina, but the fog came in. Couldn't spot a grey whale in the fog. We listened hard for a while, but didn't have patience to wait for long. Plus, it was a little creepy. We couldn't see five feet ahead of us, and the bells were clanging on the boats. AND, there were horror movie scenes playing through my head....so we toddled off to the pub.
But tomorrow, it will be me and the boys, and hopefully a whale. No fog, fingers crossed. We have staying power, don't we boys?
Saskatoon, city of bridges. See the grey concrete bridge in the distance? That's the University Bridge. I used to walk it in the early mornings to go to campus. Let me tell you, there were some freezing mornings; and haunting too. The wind would whistle through the open spaces and make you crazy by the time you got to the other side.
We're trying, really we are. . . to take Aidan to the potty more regularly. We've had a few successful moments, like two days ago when he pooped and clapped and cheered for himself. Then yesterday he sat on the potty with his diaper still on and pooped. Clapped and cheered still. I guess you couldn't say he was wrong, but...not as I expected.
Today I watched as he sat on the potty, then picked up his pants and put them on. Then he stopped. Looked down at the floor and saw his diaper. Took his pants back off, and tried to put his diaper on.
Things are clicking, I went out and bought pullups tonight.
We are enjoying the summer, thoroughly and without hesitation. Our motto is, "see a park, stop and play." So, after Aidan's physio yesterday we hung out at a very cool park down by the ocean. The boys had such fun running, climbing and zipping.... Luckily I got them to slow down enough to take a couple of photos of them together. I can't believe how big they are getting! Aidan looks so grown up with his big brothers. Especially now that he's wearing his glasses.
And...things seem to be clicking for him. While grocery shopping he signed talk, talk, talk, talk, until I realized he was trying to tell me something. Then, he signed cookie. I was so happy I squealed and jumped up and down. This is the first time he's done that to get my attention...it's usually the other way around. I sign "talk to me" to prompt him, then he copies/answers my query.
Today, he put one of his socks on BY HIMSELF! He worked at it for such a long time, but he didn't get frustrated - and he looked so very proud of himself. Another big hip-hip hooray (from me) that shook the house and most likely woke the neighbourhood.
Finally, finally, finally. Aidan wore his glasses while watching Elmo. Aidan wore his glasses while eating. Aidan wore his glasses while sitting on the deck enjoying the flowers. Aidan wore his glasses.
Then. Mommy. Stepped. On. Them.
Oh the shame.
Going to make a visit with the optical dispensary to see if they can be fixed...and will order a second pair. Maybe in neon yellow so they don't blend in with the hardwood. Good idea, no?