My Sister's Eye

If you have read here for long, you know how much I adore my sister, Jess. We are about as different as sisters can be, and spent many a teenage year annoying each other to death. Thankfully she eventually forgave me. Today, I am proud and honored to call her my sister and my friend. We need each other deeply and I cannot imagine life without her in my corner, or me in hers.

She finally has the space and the time to pursue some of the things she loves best. Taking pictures is her passion and we were honored that she spent some time with our crew playing around.

This is Miss Tiny (also known as Chub-A-Lub) smiling at Mama until her cheeks look like they will explode with joy. I wish I could share the others, because you would most certainly agree with me that quite possibly I have two of the cutest and most adorable baby girls on the planet. Take my word for it!
My Eric. Serious and silly. Jess managed to capture both the boy and the man he is becoming in a great series of shots.

And my baby boy, Caden. Dirty face, black eye, shaggy haircut. Could anything be better about being eight years old?

At a loss of words

Seriously I have a GREAT post stewing about my experience at a card store last week and having racism slap me silly across the face. And THEN what happened when I went back the next day. Really, its coming. When I calm down.

And you know, I am almost COMPLETELY ready for Christmas, and if you are on the card list, they are already IN THE MAIL. And that would make a great post, because last year, I completely and totally had zero Spirit and the whole dam season was crap. That would make a great blog post.

And you know my mother? If you see her, could you send her to a shrink. PLEASE. Her life might actually depend on it. And no, I am not exaggerating.

Then there was that Hockey Scout who approached my dad's wife to ask about Greg and said "What is he?". My very smart stepmom replied "A right wing" (that's a hockey position not a political position in our family). Gotta love it when your extended family jumps on the racism aware bandwagon.

But you know ... blech. Its December, its freaking freezing cold and life is crazy busy. You don't care about any of that stuff and I don't feel like writing about it. So instead ... I take the bloggers easy way out and thrill you with some of my favorite old pictures.

Caden. Can you say I got pox?

The Princess and I. Not long before she was gone. I miss her now, at this time of year, so very, very much.

I miss being that Jen. I was happy then. I am changed.

Greg. Back when he wasn't too cool to be goofy.

And the first time I saw my sons' face. Sitting on the edge of the tub, giving baby Tanner a scrub down and my husband walked in with the mail. Our referrals.

Learn Something New Everyday

Seriously, who knew?

You can imagine the groin/groyne jokes by the boys (big and small!) after seeing this sign while camping last week.

And just for your enjoyment - Scenery photos from our camping adventure. Consider this your "Tourism BC" information photo blog for the day. Vancouver is a GORGEOUS city, no doubt. Victoria is stunning year around. But the interiour of the province? We rock too. Come visit.

Ashcroft, BC

Looks pretty, but it's really a mine tailings pond. Look, don't touch!

Ranch lands near our home.

Okanagan Lake. Kids swear they see the Ogopogo every year.

And because my sister will point out to me that my American readers will think we live in the middle of nowhere, AND despite the fact that these photos make it look completely rural - we have PEOPLE and CITIES too. And notice - NO SNOW. Not a single igloo or dog sled in sight.