Grandpa's big 7-0 Party

Can't have a big age without a big celebration!

Ready to celebrate Grandpa Mike

That cake looks familiar...

MOMENT: 70 and Feeling Fine

Keva's face of flour showed that the cake masterpiece was indeed homemade, home designed, and home decorated by some loving grandchildren akin to their Grandpa Mike. There was a family feast, some gifts, and balloons too. Happy birthday, Grandpa Mike!

Lyrics According to Keva

Some traditional lyrics have had some updating. Thought you'd might like to be in-the-know...

Alphabet According to Keva:

A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-Keva-LMNO-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Zed!

Ballgame According to Keva:

Take me out to the ballgame!
Take me out of the fridge!

Year Round Baseball

Grandpa knew just the gift to get this family of little batters...

MOMENT: Swinging Inside

Indoor batting practice? Sure! Why not!

Keva on Skates

In January, Keva was up and on skates a few times. She loves skating even more when surrounded by her favourite helping hands!

Happy on skates

Horizontal, but still happy & in good hands!

Let's do this, Daddy!

MOMENT: Keep Holding On

Keva loves skating with her Daddy. He keeps it fun and is always there to help when she needs it and so is her brother!

Tiny Little Bit

One of the more entertaining parts of being with children as they grow, is getting a front row seat to their language development. These little word hiccups are so temporary, that I sometimes avoid correction of them ... like Tavish's "trafkik" (traffic) or his daily "what's for breakfrast". Inevitably, these little word foibles dissolve into the past, so I'm writing another gem of one down to preserve it while it lasted...

MOMENT: Tiny Little Bit, November 2015-January 2016

This unit of measure is where Keva's "tiny libble-le bit" comes from. A lot of things are about that size or amount around here these days, a very helpful unit of measurement. These words are often, but not always, accompanied by the use of her fingers to demonstrate the "tiny libble-le bit" of time, or a "tiny libble-le bit" of cheese she'd like from the yet-to-be-cooked pizza. If only it could all last just a tiny little bit longer...

If you Give a Moose a Muffin, 2nd Edition

After reading this sweet book to both kids tonight, Keva asked to have her turn reading it. Tavish and I listened intently to her inner-outter reading rambles. Her version of the story ended with a song:

"Do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man? The Muffin Man? MOOSE!"

Eleventeen

Oh, you don't recognize that number? Well, according to our confident sounding three year old, it most certainly is a number and she will count right to it for you. She was sporadically counting some steps up the stairs and she very clearly counted "eleven-teen". It seems to come after nine and right before twenty three which were unusually close together. Kids are awesome.