We had sent the kids to Morden so that I could go in to work on the weekend and Gord could get his work done too, and the kids ended up coming down with the flu. Thankfully, Mom & Dad kept them, despite our guilt, and we can't thank them enough. Their flu lasted until Wednesday/Thursday last week too, which is longer than I thought most flus lasted. We had two tired, lethargic kiddos who didn't want to eat or drink anything but milk. Even Ella, who we have a hard time getting to drink milk on a typical day. Unless it's chocolate...yummmm...
We've got to start blogging more regularly, 'cause I just can't remember all the stuff that's been going on...
So here are some pictures of the last couple of weeks!
Cousin bathtime! The boat goes "booooop, booooop!"

"You can have it if you want!"

The kids in front of the fire on Christmas morning:

Ben eatin' a lukken and chillaxin'...

Ella eatin' a lukken and posin':

Ben playing with the brand new rocket ship that Santa brought him:

All the gals, havin' a drink:

Snack time!

Fiona's cute face:

One of the rare times that all 4 kids were not moving:

A Ruby close-up:

Sick Ben, eating (or not) his lunch:

Ella's first ponytail, and a drippy milk chin:

Sometimes after a bath, I'll comb all her hair back and let it dry. This is the result for the next few days:

Gord thinks he sees a resemblance to David Bowie:

Whatever. Movin' on...
Mr. Incredible!

Licking off the beaters after Mommy made pudding!

Ella has had a little word explosion (I think the visit from her chatty cousins helped tremendously!). She now says:
- mama (Good god, finally, after almost 21 months of waiting, I get to hear it!)
- No, no, no (Gord's fave...)
- Mine (Nine, nine, nine, nine x 1,000,000,000,000)
- Water ("waawo")
- Living room ("weewee woo")
- Please ("peaz")
- Cheese ("cheeeeeeeeez")
- Cracker (tacter, tacter, tacter, tacter x 1,000,000,000,001)
- More ("moh?" always followed by "tacter?")
When Gord picked them up at day care today, Ben had gone back into the babysitter's living room, so Gord called to him to ask him to come and get his boots on. He didn't come right away, so Ella went to the doorway, and said, "Beh!", waited, and when he still didn't come, she said, in a more demanding voice, "Behbehmeh!" which is Benjamin. Like we ever raise our voices and shout out Ben's full name. Ever. She'll also yell out something at Charlie (her name?) and again, like we ever yell at Charlie.
Ben made a trip with me to Old Navy last week to fetch our cell phone (yeah, yeah, I lost it there). So he knew why we had gone and such. And this weekend, I was looking for something and couldn't remember where it was, and he suggested that "maybe you left it at Old Nady!" Old Nady. What a hoot. A saucy hoot, but a hoot nonetheless.
Ben is slowly starting to get this letter thing. He can write a few and is learning the sounds they make more and more each day. Hopefully soon he can just read to himself so that we can go to bed early.
Speaking of bed, I should go to it.

















































