Bupper...hot!

Today as Ben and Daddy were hanging out, a Denny's ad came on the TV. There were eggs and such on the plate, and Ben looks at the TV and says, "Bupper. Hot." He gets very excited at mealtimes nowadays, saying "Bupper, bupper, bupper" and running to his high chair. He can even climb into his high chair, Baby Shmear-esque style! It's scary and funny at the same time!

Ben has the Baby Wordsworth video (thank you Julie Aigner-Clark!) and in it, there are people who do the signs for words around the house. Ben will now do bowl, chair, table, tree, computer, ball, flower, and a couple others that aren't really different (puzzle, blocks). It is really amazing to watch him learn and mimic.

Only one week to go until Ben gets to wear a little tuxedo and walk his uncle and soon-to-be-aunt's rings down the aisle! He is going to steal the show!

That's all I can think of to write about...later gators...Carrie

A budding "Bob the Builder"

We've definitely got a mini "Bob the Builder" on our hands! Ben loves tools (I know, he's a guy, but he's only 18 months)...and I mean loves! Every time a power tool was fired up on the weekend, he would look at you and say, "Ooooooooooh!" Every time. And his new best friend is a hammer, or "hammy" as he calls it. He walks around the house, picking up anything that can be used as a hammer and bonking it on things saying, over and over, "hammy...hammy...hammy".

This, of course, just cements the fact that he is my son. As a child, I could not say my "-ers" very well...I would say "buttywhy" for butterfly, and call myself "Carrie Potty". Who knew that something like this was hereditary?

(Eric, I didn't think that there would be any confusion as to who wrote this post, so I haven't signed my name. I think you'll figure it out!)

This kitchen is becoming a blog of a job.

Well, weekend 1 down. Yikes. I can't even begin to gather the energy needed to write a full blog, so let me give you a statistical run-down of the weekend:

Number of hours working: 41 (minus breaks for food)
Number of inches the cabinets overshot the doorway in the kitchen due to 'technical measurement difficulties': 6.5
Number of work hours required to move said doorway left 6.5 inches: 3 (and counting)
Number of tiles installed: about 120
Bags of thinset: 4
Number of cat prints in the thinset before all cats locked in laundry room: 8
Number of beers drunk: 6
Number of attempted beers drunk with serious 'cap still on' failure: 1
Number of trips to Home Depot: 11 (yes, I'm serious)
Number of water leaks: 2 (1 major, 1 minor)
Number of times somebody touched a hot copper pipe and said 'ow': about 150
Number of times Gord almost soldered his eyeball by standing directly under the joint he was soldering: 5
Number of calls to Ikea: 2
Number of damaged cabinets: 1
Number of incorrect colour cabinets: 1
Number of people at Ikea who seem to care about this: 0

To sum up, we did not get finished this weekend - but not for lack of trying. (Again, a HUGE thank-you to Bill for his Herculean efforts over the weekend.) Tune in next weekend for the thrilling conclusion (we hope). Same blog time, same blog channel.

(And check out the pics below)

This is how a kitchen starts. (This is the better part of 68 Ikea boxes.) 

Tiles, tiles, tiles. 

Before. 

What exactly is Bill trying to measure??? 

During. 

We should have remembered to remove the tape on that mesh! 

Drying time. (You can see Frank's pawprints in the thinset.) 

The supervisor approves. (I also look 8 ft tall. What's with that?) 

The other supervisor approves. 

This doesn't LOOK like the plan... 

Still more boxes... 

A blog about nothing in particular

I'm not really blogging for a reason...it's just been a while! Things are chuggin' along here, not much to report!

Last Sunday, Ben and I went to a wedding shower for Auntie-to-be Sheri. She got some beautiful gifts - everyone was very generous! I was in charge of "the fun", so I made everyone participate in some cheesy games! I thought it was great, and I don't care what anyone else thinks! It has re-awoken the part of me that wants to be a party-planner...is a change in career inevitable? Nah - I'm a boring accountant - we're static and unchanging and rule-oriented!

Tonight, Ben and I are leaving for good ol' Killarney. The Tweeds are having a HUGE bash - there's a wedding ceremony for their daughter, who got married in New Zealand earlier this year and now are getting hitched here, Merv's 50th birthday, Merv & Bev's 25th anniversary and Merv's dad's 80th birthday. And we may as well throw in Charles' birthday too, for shits & giggles! And as it happens, the Beach Festival is on this weekend too. Craziness, I tell ya! My whole family is going, except Gord, who is staying home with the dog again - lucky guy. We're going to Salmon Arm on Tuesday, so we didn't want to ask Gord's mom to come for the weekend and then start again two days later. Only we should be subjected to Charlie that much. ;)

Gord and Ben are having a blast spending all this time together. Apparently, Ben gives Daddy about a hundred kisses a day. Mommy gets one at bedtime, IF she's lucky! And I am very envious of their days' activities - the zoo (to see the lion babies!), the wading pool, the mall, etc. I like those places...

I can't wait for Tuesday to get here...

Signing off!

Pictures!

I've posted some pictures below. The first two are from last weekend - we went to Mom & Dad's. Chris and Sheri were there because Chris' best friend from high school was having his wedding social Saturday night. The first pic is from after the social - but I think we look cute! The second pic is from Sunday morning - Ben and Grandpa are counting Grandpa's poker chips (he won them at said social!).

The rest of the pics are from our walk downtown today. Enjoy!

Sheri, Chris and I after last weekend's social - and no, we haven't been drinking! 

"You gotta know when to hold 'em...know when to fold 'em..." 

I think this one was called "Prairie Lights". 

They're both so cute!