Monthly Archives: November 2009

Potty snails

Today I will forgo the visuals. Frances peed and pooped on the potty this morning for the very first time!! I am a very happy mama! I didn’t expect it at all, I put her on the potty while I also sat down to do my business. I picked up a copy of The Coast and read Savage Love while she looked at The Tales of Benjamin Bunny and when we were all done I looked in her potty and WOW there it was! I asked her what was in there and she replied “a snail” 🙂


One more makes four!

new baby 2

Say hello to the next addition for our little family, who will be joining us in late April. Apparently my body tricked me when we thought it would be coming in mid May. I think this little person looks just like Frances which seems silly looking at an ultrasound, but it’s the first thing I thought when I laid eyes on the black and white image. It is so exciting and absolutely terrifying all at the same time!

Going backwards.

Oh I’m such a bad mother! I totally forgot to bring the camera out on Halloween, so until I can get some of the photos Grampy took I will do a little back tracking. Last month we went on our annual family outing to the Annapolis valley. Every year since I can remember we have gone to the same places and done the same things, which suits us just fine. Here’s a little look at what we experienced:


Picnic at the Prescott House Museum, complete with hot cocoa and potato chips.


A little kick ball and exploring the garden where Josh and I were married (Just over his shoulder where you see lawn chairs.)


Finally to the apple orchard for some picking where apparently the apples on the ground were better than those on the trees! We are still working our way through two big bags, maybe I will get my act together and make some more apple butter.


We met a very sweet and friendly goat, saw a donkey and visited some pigs who I would like to think remembered us from last year, but surely those curly tailed cuties have long since gone to the slaughter-house.


Finally it was on to the farm stand to pick out our pumpkins, then home where we all crashed hard from the sweet and fresh valley air.