On The Point

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 - Nothing like a truck picnic

2010-08-10T22:40:00.002-02:30

Well, it took us a day or two to recover from the departure of the Capers! We all needed a little down time - except Maggie, apparently, who went out to St. John's with Uncle Rob and Aunt Julie after her party on Saturday for a 36 hour blitz of fun. Movie, Fluvarium, Marine Drive, MacDonald's, mini-golf, Wall-Nuts, and pizza. I am tired just typing about it! But Maggie (and her Aunt and Uncle) were thrilled. And Uncle John suitably wistful and jealous, halfway across the world in Albania.

The one dark spot in the town extravaganza was that Rob's car was broken into overnight, while parked in his driveway. Only two items of value on the car, both of which were stolen. The first: Rob's pricey sunglasses. The second: our camera, sent with Maggie to record her adventure. Disappointment. Luckily, there were un-downloaded pictures on the camera. But still, disappointment.

While Maggie was gone on Sunday afternoon, Granda offered us another boat trip. We jumped at the chance! This time we went all the way to Port Kirwan, waving to Natalie at the Lighthouse along the way. Likely she was too busy ferrying lemonade to thirsty picnickers to notice us going by.

We were busy, too, mainly turning the boat around, grabbing the boat hook, and fishing out of the ocean the various things Jacob tossed over the side (cover of the cooler, his shoe). But he only threw out floating things, thank God. Once he had that out of his system, all he had eyes for was Grandma and the bubbles she was blowing.

Josh took the helm - briefly. He was only slightly more reliable driving the boat than he was on the ATV!

Silas and I have been spending some quality daydreaming time talking about what house/land we would buy here if (when?) we win a million dollars. This trip yielded a few promising possibilities. At the top of the list, I think, was Clear's Cove, just outside Fermeuse.

After a couple of hours, it was back under the Gut Bridge, coming up on Grandad's, this time totally empty of visiting Capers. *sigh*

On Monday we spent the day in town, hanging out with Uncle Rob, getting the kids' pictures taken, visiting Lester's Farm, and painting things at the Clay Cafe. Such a great time! At Lester's, with so many animals and things to see, Jacob was once again focused on just one area of interest - the pigeons. They were everywhere, pecking at the leftover grains that the sheep, goats, and horses didn't eat. And then, once in a while, they would flap their wings and fly up to relocate. Jacob loved the flapping! The first time it happened, once he relaxed enough to speak, he turned to me and announced, "Wow! Nice dog!"

Then after we had finished our visit and were treating ourselves to ice cream cones, we were keeping ourseves entertained singing songs. "Old MacDonald" seemed an appropriate choice, given the setting. As is our custom, the kids took turns choosing the animals for each verse. When it came to Josh's turn, I sang up to "...and on that farm he had a..." and then pointed to Josh to fill in the animal. His response, "Fan!". There is boy who knows what he loves. And he loves fans!

Today we had a quiet day at Grandma and Granda's. Silas went fishing, Josh and Jacob worked on the home school stuff, Maggie went and spent the day with Clare. Even a quiet day can wear you out, though.

Saturday, August 7th, 2010 - God D*mn thing!

2010-08-08T10:11:00.000-02:30

How many birthday parties is too many birthday parties? Today was number three to celebrate Maggie's 8th. But luckily there was plenty of enthusiasm left for celebrating, even if today was the last vacation day for our Cape Breton friends. And nothing says celebration like horseback riding! At this birthday party, rides on Trigger (Jigger?) were the mane attraction. There was some initial nervousness from just about everyone (except Gary!) but all hands climbed on eventually for a stroll around the lane. Even Nolan, at first terrified to tears, was convinced to give it a try. "Yeeehaaaa!!", he could be heard yelling once he got in the swing of things.

Then back to The Point for more partying, with swings and water balloons and the ever popular chocolate fountain. This year we had a chocolate eruption!

Ed enjoyed the swing set, which we all found charming and funny. But then he (and we) discovered he was not just lounging because it was such a comfortable spot. in fact, he was stuck! This we found even more charming and way funnier!

And then the cleanup was done and the clothes packed and it was time to hit the road. With Silas as chauffeur, the Capers piled in the van for the trek to Argentia then on home across the Gulf. Ah, the memories...

Friday, August 6th, 2010 - No picture, no cry...

2010-08-07T21:17:00.000-02:30

Oh, the time is winding down for our vacationing Cape Bretoners. So far as I can tell, nobody is longing for that other island just yet. I mean, why woudl they? Today started with a sleep in, then a home cooker brunch at Grandma's (pancakes, bacon, bologna, toast, eggs, coffee, juice...and someone else to do the dishes!). Then off to St. John's for the first night of the Newfoundland and Labrador Folk Festival. The night was sold out -luckily we got our tickets early. We had great seats (albeit not quite enough of them), ate wedge fried with gravy, drank beer, and sang along, even when we didn't know the words. Hey Rosetta!, when are you coming to Cape Breton?

Thursday, August 5th, 2010 - Finger lickin' good!

2010-08-07T21:10:00.000-02:30

The day dawned wet and rainy, but by lunchtime it had cleared enough for some of the men to pile in the boat for another trip out the harbour. Granda Tom was the tour guide (no tipping, please) and everyone else just sat back and enjoyed the ride. Natalie and Maggie stayed home on The Point making chocolate chip cookies. They promised a cookie to anyone who brought back a codfish. When the crew returned sans fish, the girls just didn't have the heart to deny them cookies. Especially since they did bring back spectacular stories - and pictures! - of jumping dolphins.

Luckily, Granda Tom has been to Taylor's the night before and bought a supply of delicacies - cod tongues and fillets. Mmmmm.... So Grandma cooked a feast of fish. In Silas' opinion, the best fish ever served in his tenure on The Point. The only complaint? Well, the woman just slaved away in the kitchen preparing the meal, never taking a break of pausing to wipe their collective brow. The men? Well, they were otherwise occupied.

After supper, Silas served as the tour guide (tips gratefully accepted) for a walk out to Stone Island. The hardy ones went with him and got their feet muddy, but came home happy nonetheless. David was crowed King of the North Side.

But the best part of the day for me was a few hours with Ed on the Point while the others were out on the deep blue sea. He gave quite a concert - "Comin' up next? John Denver....Country Roads!" On one of the songs, her kept repeating one line over and over again, with a little garbled bit in the middle. This happened a couple of times, then he announced, "Oh no, record scratched!". Perfect. A few songs later, when he was really on a roll, he was relieved, "Workin' good now, Power, better not scratch it!" And then later int he day, I wanted to get a nice smiley picture, but he wasn't really in the mood. So we started talking about underwear - first Maggie's, then mine, then Ed's. The following series of pictures illustrates how the conversation went.

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 - It's nice to see some deciduous trees.

2010-08-05T09:46:00.000-02:30

We are doing our best to wear a track in the Southern Shore Highway. Back out to the city today for the 192nd running of the Royal St. John's Regatta. From their website: This historic regatta is the oldest continuing sporting event in North America. The event continues to draw in excess of 50,000 spectators each year and is a major focal point of summer activities in the St. John's area. Exciting!

But in keeping with our tradition of squeezing as much as possible into every day, we didn't JUST go to the Regatta (where we ate Ziggy Peelgood fries, watched the races, did gymnastics, visited with friends, and hob-nobbed with costumed wrestlers). We also went to Cape Spear, the most easterly point in North America. The whales we breaching everywhere, putting on quite a show. Corneilus got some great photos!

While there, Gary was especially impressed with the cannons, last used to shoot...well...Germans, actually.

After the Regatta it was off to Kate's for our second annual Cindy Power invitational barbeque. Deeeelicious! And extra special this year as we were also celebrating Gary MacDonald's 50th birthday. The high fives were coming fast and furious!

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 - Your turn...thank you...all done!

2010-08-03T23:06:00.000-02:30

Where to start in reporting today's adventures? I continue to be amazed at how much we seem able to squeeze into each 24 hour period. Thank God for vacation.

Today, a vanload of us headed back out to town, anticipating a rainy day and not much to do in Calvert. As it happened, the rain never fell, which was a blessing on David's solo walk around the downtown, checking out galleries and bookstores and black bean burritos. The rest of us didn't need good weather for our plans - lunch at MacDonald's, swimming at the Aquarena, and picking up a tower of books at the library. The nicest part of the trip, though, was our visit with Sr. Patrice at Presentation Convent. She was so delighted to see us - and the feeling was mutual.

We made it home in time for a quick bite to eat before the cemetery mass in Ferryland. Jonathan chose to sit out on mass, instead staying home to get extra titivated before his date at the Ferryland dinner theatre with Kate.

After mass, Granda Tom took out the ATV and a few of us got rides. Gary was an ideal passenger, thrilled with the ride and very safety conscious. Josh, on the other hand, nearly gave his poor Granda a heart attack. He won't be riding again.

David didn't get a ride on the ATV. Perhaps that is why he had a block.

With such a spectacular evening, we couldn't bear to just go home and watch Jeopardy. Instead, we chopped up a bed and went over the beach for a bonfire. Some of us sat around the fire, drank beer, sang songs, told stories, made fun of Germans.

Others stayed at the water's edge, throwing rocks and loving the view.

And one of us collected shells and made a sea urchin castle.

Just a perfect end to the day.

Monday, August 2nd, 2010 - My brush is getting a little old...

2010-08-03T09:25:00.000-02:30

The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be...

But a little time apart doesn't hurt, either. And neither does some time to rest. So today, Maggie, Jonathan, Kate and myself went back into the big city. Jonathan had his shopping list clutched tight in his fist (toothpaste and sunglasses) and somehow we managed to just stick to the list. He and Kate went to spend the day at her dad's, watching movies and eating hotdogs, and undoubtedly gazing lovingly and gigglingly into each others' eyes. Maggie and I took in a matinee of "Ramona and Beezus", which we both loved. Then a few errands and back up the shore in time for a feed of moose stew.

The other crowd stayed closer to home. They intended to do some exploring of the local area, but only made it as far as Admiral's Cove, where they were entranced by local artists and their pagoda.

Before supper it was off to the graveyard for the guys to do some whipper-snipping and raking in preparation for the Cemetary Mass. Perfect way to work up appetites for the aforementioned moose stew.

But even after a quiet day with lots of rest, some of us were still pretty pooped at the end of the day. Showing our age, I guess.

Sunday, August 1st, 2010 - Large and in charge!

2010-08-02T23:45:00.001-02:30

Cornelius made it home safe and sound. My sense is that, if given the opportunity, Rob might be able to share some great stories about their evening. But a picture is worth a thousand words.

We had Mass with a priest from Virginia today. We learned a mnemonic device for the seven deadly sins, were reminded that the children are our future, and told that to comfort a dying person, ask them to request two unspecified favours from the Lord. Interesting.

Dinner was, as always, spectacular. So much so that we all needed a digestive nap right afterwards. Space, unfortunately, was limited.

Good moods were also in short supply, so we split up for the afternoon to get some rest and, more importantly, some personal time.

David, God love him, came over and sat outside (in the rain) with the boys so Silas and I could get a nap. That is friendship.

The Sunday evening tradition is a feed from the Jigger. This week we kicked it up a notch and decided to actually go up the Jigger, eat in, play pool, and listen to Brian Finn. A much more authentic Newfoundland cultural experience than any silly codfish kissing. What a great night! Gary, Silas, and David did the pool playing, Kate, Jonathan, Ed, and I did the dancing, and we all helped with the eating. There were some great moments, not the least of which was Ed's scuff on the dance floor with a wonderful woman from up the hill. Such a great L'Arche moment.

Saturday, July 31st , 2010 - Better get some more flypaper...

2010-08-02T23:04:00.001-02:30

Even though we all know that "around the bay" is where it's at, that doesn't mean we have to ignore "town" altogether. So today we made a trip into the city, and packed plenty of sights and sounds into our day. The first stop was Signal Hill to see the Tattoo, an "internationally known award winning historical animation program....portraying the garrison life and duties of His Majesty's Royal Newfoundland Regiment...who endured the harsh conditions of the Newfoundland Station in the late 1790's". In other words, soldiers.

In addition to the orders yelled from the actors on the field, the occasional "FIRE ONE!" and "OPEN FIRE!" could be heard from the audience as well.

We had Indian food for lunch, and much nose running ensued. During lunch we opened Maggie's birthday package from Uncle John, and then modeled our various Albanian souvenirs.

We spent a few hours at The Rooms, where we not only took in the exhibits, but also met up with our old friend, Greg Squires. Nice. Then back to Rob and Julie's for a rest and some supper before heading downtown for the George Street Festival. Rex Goudie was sexy alright, but the real stars of the evening were Buddy Wasisname and Other Fellers. Singing along to "Saltwater Joys", we all felt so proud to be Newfoundlanders, even those of us who aren't.

At the end of the night, while most of us were just hoping to be able to keep our eyes open long enough for the drive home, Cornelius reminded us that for some people, 11:30pm on a Saturday night is actually pretty early. Ah, the folly of youth. So we left him behind to seek out Uncle Rob and a good time, feeling only slightly nervous that we might never see him again...

Friday, July 30th, 2010 - Hand over that apple!

2010-08-02T22:41:00.001-02:30

You've gotta love a day when the Weatherman is wrong, particularly when the mistake is an under-prediction of sunshine. Today was just such a day. With the sun beating down and the tidal conditions just right, Granda Tom jumped (figuratively, not literally) at the chance to take the boat out around the harbour. So with the exception of Cornelius and Ed, who were still sleeping at midday (earning Corneilus the moniker "Lazarus" when he finally arose) we all headed out Calvert harbour, covered in sunscreen and holding on to our hats.

It was a short and spectacular ride. All hands were happy, despite being sprayed with quite a bit of chilly salt water.

Granda Tom was generous in sharing the Captain's chair. Consequently, we did quite a few "doughnuts" on the way in.

Not too far from the government wharf, a strong gust of wind blew the hat right off Gary's head, a hat we had established earlier in the week actually belonged to Trevor. Gary found the whole incident hilarious.

Silas tried to sit in for the owner.

Once everyone had managed to drag themselves out of bed, we headed down to Ferryland for a now world-famous Lighthouse Picnic. Every year there is some moment to remember from our Picnic. This year we came home with two stories. First, a touching one - thanks to David's keen eye, we witnessed a real, honest-to-God, down-on-one-knee, wedding proposal. (She said "yes"!). And a funny story, too - those teenage girls working at The Lighthouse were pretty hot to trot for our friend Cornelius! When you are friends with the owner, you get all the details on the kitchen conversation, and today all the conversation was breathless and giggly for Cornelius. Sweet.

On the way home from the Lighthouse, we made a quick stop at the graveyard. Ed tried to get to heaven. No luck.

Thursday, July 29, 2010 - You look like a monkey...

2010-07-29T22:28:00.002-02:30

It's a beautiful clear night here in Calvert, and I am sitting at the kitchen table sipping an ice cold Diet Coke and munching on spicy hummus and Triscuits. You'd think I'd be perfectly content, but in fact I am a little lonely. Today, all the men (Silas, David, Gary, Ed, Cornelius, Jonathan) packed a lunch, piled in the van, and went to drive "around the block" in search of seabirds and caribou and whales and a good restaurant for supper. Although it is now after 10pm (a time when Silas usually turns into a pumpkin if he hasn't made it to bed) they have yet to return. In fact, they called to report their ETA as pretty close to midnight! No details yet on the adventure, but I'd bet Cornelius "made" plenty of pictures. Anyway, I miss those guys.

But we had a fabulous day here, especially since, eight years ago this very day, I (along with MANY others) was at St. Martha's Hospital in Antigonish welcoming Margaret Esther Power into this world. Thank God for Maggie! These past eight years have been very good to her, forming her into a thoughtful, smart, generous, and loving little girl. We celebrated Maggie today with pancakes, swimming, phone calls from friends and relatives, cupcakes, cards from her brothers, and visits from uncles and aunts and cousins. A wonderful day for a wonderful kid. She is still patiently waiting for her Newfoundland birthday party. Our busy social calendar is making it tricky to squeeze in another celebration!

Even with a busy social calendar, though, our days still end peacefully. Sweet dreams, everyone.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010 - You may know them as sea urchins, Ma'am...

2010-07-28T23:22:00.001-02:30

As I approach each new vacation arrival in this province, I feel the weight of the blogging expectation heavy on my shoulders. It seems to me that there are so many people, around the world, sitting expectantly at their computer terminals, checking and re-checking their bookmarked links, hoping in vain for another post to pop up. (Incidentally, I am pretty sure I have an inflated view of my own blogging significance.)

That being said, once I accept the responsibility of the blogging, I am just so grateful for how the intention to record our experiences makes me so much more attentive to the gifts and graces of each day. There are so many fleeting moments of laughter or enjoyment or beauty that might otherwise fly by unnoticed. But thinking of the blog makes me "stop and smell the roses". And offer a prayer of thanksgiving.

No shortage of such moments today. Like the boys' early morning pajama-clad escapade to the swingset...

Or Ed feeding an apple to Trigger, one of the horses that live over the beach, and who regularly stick their friendly, curious noses in through the front door to say hello...

Or Gary's delight in holding a chain saw on his lap (eat your heart out, Brian Dipersio!)...

Or walking on the beach, throwing rocks into the water, collecting shells, and just looking out to sea.

Of course, there are also moments when maybe "grace" and "beauty" are not the words that jump immediately to mind. Not to say we shouldn't also be grateful. There were some of those moments today, too. Jacob, for example, felt it necessary to examine the contents of the bank that Grandma and Granda keep for Maggie. Perhaps to count the change, perhaps just to marvel at the sheer quantity of coins within (now without).

And Dory's curiosity brought her to examine in very close detail a moose jaw, which Granda thought was safely stowed in the shed. Better that than the pile of rotting something-or-other that she rolled in out behind Jospehine's, necessitating not one but two baths out in the lane before being allowed back into the house.

Ah, so much more that could be said and shown. But it seems fitting to finish today's post with some footage of the uber-fabulous Kate. She made her grand entrance at supper time today, announcing as she walked through he door "It's me, the silver medalist!". Which, of course, she is.

She brought gifts for the kids - Maggie and "those other two shaggers". She sported some seriously patriotic nails.

And she saved the best of herself - the best smiles, the best giggles, the best snuggles, and the best gifts, for the apple of her eye. Ah, two lovebirds.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010 - The long and winding road...

2010-07-28T10:24:00.000-02:30

Another summer, another Newfoundland adventure! And when you travel Marine Atlantic, you can count on plenty of unexpected twists and turns in the experience. Truthfully, though, with the exception of lots of delays, leading to a solid 24-hour trip from Orangedale to Calvert, the crossing wasn't too bad. With company like this, how could it be anything but?

We found various ways to keep ourselves entertained on the 16-hour crossing. Some of us slept in until noon (!), all of us ate a lot of peanut butter and crackers, and Josh worked on his physique, no doubt looking to impress the ladies with his "biceps of steel".

So in the end, we were feeling exhausted, but EXCITED! Bring on the vacation!

Saturday, August 8, 2009 - Thank you, thank you, thank you...

2009-08-09T10:53:00.004-02:30

I feel a bit dishonest posting this, being as how we have returned now, safe and sound, to Cape Breton. But there simply wasn't time to post before we pulled out of the driveway yesterday afternoon, what with the people coming to look for the key to the hall, phone calls from old friends, blueberry picking, and "Newfoundland style" pancakes. Somehow, though, we managed to fit everyone - and our stuff - into the van and the car and make our way out the Witless Bay Line to the TCH and on to Argentia. Amidst the sadness of departures, there was a moment of bliss when Max found Jacob's missing sandals - where else - in the liquor cabinet. Jacob narrowly escaped having to make the ferry trek in his rubber boots.

And speaking of the ferry trek, a bit of a bumpy ride this time. With ten of us squeezed in a four person cabin, the air was pretty rank. The two pukers and two poopers didn't help much.

But we left so thankful for a great time, for our incredible hosts, for the weather and the food and the water and, most importantly, the people. Until next time...

Friday, August 8, 2009 - Pea Soup

2009-08-08T07:46:00.011-02:30

A couple more exciting days have passed as our vacation winds down. Yesterday the forecast was calling for a bright, sunny day, so we took the opportunity to drive "around the block". Unlike your average city block, this one takes about 10 hours to get around! The route takes us all around the Avalon Peninsula, passing through some spectacular views, little outports, caribou herds, and, most importantly, the Cape St. Mary's Ecological Reserve, where hundreds and thousands of birds (gannets, turrs, kittiwakes, and others) nest. Just a short hike and you find yourself on the edge of the land with birds literally covering the rocky cliffs down to the ocean.

The first half hour of the drive went exactly as planned - we admired the ocean views, stopped in Port Kirwan for a photo op on a cannon, then pulled over outside Cappahayden to watch at least 20 whales spouting, swimming, even breaching, in the harbour. (While in Port Kirwan, Ed found some garbage and decided to load the artillery, chicken-cannon style.)

Not long after passing through the bustling metropolis of Cappahayden, the fog rolled in. In a serious way. We had a lovely view of...absolutely nothing. And that was pretty much the way it stayed for the rest of our adventure. There was about 15 minutes of sun around New Bridge, but Max, Jen, Joan, and Ed slept through that part of the drive.

Not to say that we didn't enjoy ourselves. Even in the van there was posing for the camera.

For lunch we stopped at the Trepassey Foodland to pick up supplies, then drove to St. Vincent's, where there was a nice interpretive centre. There was an outdoor picnic table, but at that point it had started to rain, so we poked our heads in the Centre to discover a huge room of tables and chairs, totally empty. The teenagers working there informed us that it was a tea room, as they gestured towards a small supply of raisin buns on the counter. I suggested that, if they would let us bring our lunch in to eat there, we would buy some stuff from the tea room. They seemed amenable to the idea...until their manager appeared in the background and informed me, in no uncertain terms, that we could not bring in any outside food. "It's written on the sign", she declared. Ah, traditional Newfoundland hospitality.

So, we ate in the van. What can you do?

Then, on to Cape St. Mary's. Remember the aforementioned fog? I think these pictures can speak for themselves.

A few minutes past Cape St. Mary's comes Gooseberry Cove, where Silas and I had camped many years ago, and which we remembered fondly. So we all stopped there, and we were not disappointed. The view (such as it was), the beach, the water - it was just spectacular. Jen went for a swim.

Ed enjoyed tempting fate, standing at the edge of the beach saying, "Waves gonna get me? Better not get me, waves!" Not surprisingly, the waves got him. Fun times.

Then today we recuperated on The Point. Lots of visitors, a delicious meal of pan fried cod, a couple of games of Dutch Blitz, the Jeopardy Teen Tournament. The most action was for Ed, Max, and Silas, who went for a quick trip into town. Upon their return, in a kitchen full of company, Ed was asked what they had done. He recounted his adventures this way, "Went to Tim Horton's. Drinkin' beer. And chasin' women. In miniskirts!" Nice way to spend a day, I guess.

Wednesday, August 4, 2009 - MEOW!!

2009-08-05T21:34:00.013-02:30

Oh my. How many days of missed blogging before people start to get upset about not having the up-to-the-minute news of the Newfoundland vacationers? Hopefully it doesn't happen before three days, because this is the third day without blogging. So let's do a little catch-up, shall we?

Monday was a slow day. It rained, we were tired...and I think still digesting Sunday dinner and french fries from the day before. So we hung around The Point, watching TV, colouring, doing crafts, watching YouTube (Jimmy Rankin and Elvis competing for screen time) and occasionally, snoozing on the couch. Ed got a snazzy - and long overdue - haircut up at First Impressions. That was nice.

Then Tuesday we made up for lost time. With the weather absolutely gorgeous, we bundled up a little too heavily for a hike out the Ferryland Lighthouse to partake of the world famous Lighthouse Picnics. The walk out was a balance of energetic and leisurely. Jonathan was the energetic among us, always leading the pack.

Joan and I definitely provided the "leisurely" portion.

We had a spectacular picnic. The sandwich selections were ham, brie, and green apple; curreid chicken salad; goat cheese, sundried tomatoes, and sprouts; all on fresh baked homemade bread. A tasty orzo salad, freshly squeezed lemonade, fair trade coffee, and a dazzling array of desserts (the chocolate cake got the best reviews) all helped to make us feel happy and stuffed.

Back in Calvert, Granda Tom was waiting to take us out on Lloyd's skiff to tour the harbour and jig for cod. Most everyone headed out on the boat. The weather cooperated; the codfish did not.

Then today we traveled in two groups to St. John's with the ultimate destination of a BBQ at Kate's. Along the way there was quite a bit of drama - a temporarily lost wallet, a temporary medical emergency, a not-temporary-enough emotional meltdown. Luckily, there was also a trip to Lester's farm (where Ed tried in vain to convince several of the animals to make him tea), some Moo-Moo's ice cream, and whale watching at Signal Hill.

Then finally, the much-anticipated BBQ. It ended up being a delicious reunion with family and friends. Jonathan and Kate picked up their snuggling where they left off on Monday, Jacob and Josh entertained with "The Cat Came Back", and Maggie got whacked between the eyes with a dinner plate. Woohoo!

Sunday, August 2, 2009 - Can I Get You Anything, Joan?

2009-08-03T09:26:00.010-02:30

The Sunday routine is pretty hard to beat, especially on a Sunday like today, when the sun was shining and friends and family were all around. Mass was for Clarence and Annie this morning, an opportunity to remember two lives well-lived. Then home for a big dinner.

After dinner, hot and sweaty and bloated, we suited up in our bikinis/trunks to go to Slaughters Pond for swim. But first, a little swinging.

Slaughters Pond was great, although the walk in was terribly muddy. After we'd had our swim, Max posed for a toothpaste commercial.

After swimming we came home to warm up, and Josh cast a spell on us all, posing as "The Evil Warlock of Subaru".

Uncle John and Ken went for a spin out the harbour and, after much jigging, caught themselves a wee little codfish.

And then we ate chips and gravy from the Jigger before closing out the day with a stressful game of Dutch Blitz.

Ed pulled out his signature shades at various times throughout the day, looking sharp and, eventually, inspiring a protege.

Saturday, August 1, 2009 - Do You Mind If I Tap Your Toe?

2009-08-01T23:01:00.010-02:30

Thankfully, the weatherman was wrong today, too, so despite the doom and gloom forecast of rain, we actually had a lovely day for a hike. We chose the LaManche Village hike out to the swinging bridge, a relatively simple walk that we figured everyone could manage. We brought in some supplies for lunch, and we were all happy to sit and enjoy the view and the meal after the sweaty walk in.

Some of us got a little too into the "relaxing".

After lunch, with a new burst of energy, we went a little further to the bridge and to enjoy the view.

We were a mighty fine-looking group.

The way out somehow seemed quite a bit longer, both as a result of our tired muscles, a slightly uphill grade, and the unfortunate beginning of the predicted rainfall. Ed exclaimed about one quarter of the way back, "Hey! I can see the van!" Ah, if only wishing made it so.

We took a few detours on the drive back, to see some of the breathtaking views along the shore. In Brigus South, though, the ducks were the main attraction! Jen cuddled one of the babies, and though at first we all "oohed" and "aahed", we quickly changed our tune when the large, aggressive, and apparently quite protective "mother goose" began to hiss at us. Scary stuff.

In Admiral's Cove the fog was literally rolling in as we drove down the steep hills into the downtown core. It was a view that could not be captured on camera, although we tried.

We finished off the first part of the day with a coffee and some partridgeberry crumble at the Ferryland Cafe. Tasty.

After a little downtime, the grown-ups were off again, this time to the Squid Jigger Lounge, Calvert hotspot. We drank beer, ate fish, and played pool. Joan proved herself to be quite a shark, playing Jen, Silas, and a couple of times, herself. When she ran out time at the pool table, she moved on to the VLTs, spending her last quarters hoping to hit the jackpot. She did win ten cents, but then foolishly bet it all again, running down a dream. As we walked out of the Jigger, Max was overheard to note that "It was the first time I had some fun in a bar." They should put that on their pamphlet...

And it seems that, again today, there is a snap of Ed in his uber-cool glasses. This picture must be shared.

Friday, July 31, 2009 - Curse you, Karl Wells!

2009-08-01T07:39:00.004-02:30

Some days are diamonds, some days are stones. Not that today was a stone, but let's just say it wasn't exactly a diamond, either.

The main issue was that we were duped by the Weatherman, who forecast a grey, rainy, and altogether unpleasant day. Perfect day for a trip to town for a movie and some shopping. The movie would satisfy Max and Marion's desire to see the latest Harry Potter, and the shopping would satisfy Joan and Jonathan, who have talked about little else since their arrival. I agreed to stay home with the boys to make room for all hands in one van.

Problem was, around 11:30am the skies cleared and it turned into just about the nicest day you could imagine. Hot, sunny, with a nice refreshing breeze off the water. The bulk of the group is trapped in a Mall, the boys and I stuck on The Point with no reliable vehicle to speak of. And the weather forecast for the next week is showing nothing but cloud and showers. [Sigh]

Anyway, we made the best of it. The boys and I took a chance in the truck, first to the playground and then to Rocky Pond for a dip.

The Townie travelers enjoyed their movies and bought some stuff (Joan wanted CDs and chose Thriller and the Dirty Dancing Soundtrack - an eighties girl!!) then salvaged the nice weather by picking up some pizza and heading to Cape Spear for a picnic. So all was not lost.

And in the end, Ed always comes out looking cool.

Thursday, July 30, 2009 - A Three Hour Tour

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The day dawned in pea soup fog and light drizzle, but we were not deterred from our plans to head out on Conception Bay in the William B II. And it was a lucky thing. By the time we got to the yacht club in Manuels, the sun was splittin' the rocks and we were peeling off layers of clothes to soak up the rays. We headed out the bay towards Brigus (home of polar explorer Captain Bob Bartlett, or Captain Bob Barker, as Ed preferred) a crew of 17. The five Power-Donhams, five vacationing Capers, Tom & Ellie, Captain Joe, and four Germans we found along the way. Oh yes, and one dog. As we motored past Bell Island, Jonathan was sitting at the helm on top of the boat. He was heard to gleefully remark, "Newfoundland!! It's better than Canada!"

The whole trip was spectacular - the time on the ocean, but also the time ashore in Brigus, where we explored the caves, shorelines, and outport luxury condominiums. On the way home, Jonathan stayed close to the Captain (Joe) and First Mate (Tom). He was loving every minute of it. Enjoy some images of our amazing ocean voyage....

We made it home to Calvert, sunburned and happy. We unwound at the end of the day with a cold one...

a little emailing...

and a nap in the rocking chair.

Gotta love vacation.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009 - Lucky Number Seven

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There are good days and not-so-good days, even some really horrible days. And then there are days like today. Days filled with sunshine and cake and friends and celebration. Days where, at the end, you sit back and smile and offer a prayer of thanksgiving for graces received.

Seven years ago today, the world met Margaret Esther Power. And today, we marked the anniversary of her arrival with a totally awesome party! Maggie and eight of her Calvert friends (along with some grown-ups and a crowd of Cape Bretoners) rocked the swingset, painted picture frames, pinned the tail on a codfish, passed the parcel, dipped bananas in the chocolate fountain, and ate Barbie cake.

A party like that is bound to have some after-effects. Joan was exhausted.

Riley was satisfied.

Jen was dirty.

And Barbie...well, Barbie was still rockin' out.

After the party the foreigners got the 42 minute tour of Calvert. (We drove reeaaalllly slowly.) Stone Island was the only place we got out of the van. Ed and Max went for "one more hiking", and Jen and Jonathan posed by Stone Island Pond.

Joan could not be moved.

We finished the day at the Cemetery Mass then a cup of tea at the Hall. Ellie's egg sandwiches were the best, bar none.

To close, the obligatory picture of my new hair.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009 - Bounce

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A bit of a hectic day today, everyone off in different directions. Silas had the best chore - heading off to Argentia to pick up the vacationing Cape Bretoners. All six of our travelers seemed to have had a good trip, perhaps the only people to emerge from a Marine Atlantic excursion looking rested and relaxed. Apparently, they managed to reach the top of the cabin waiting list, so they had a cozy "home away from home" for the voyage over. Although I wasn't there to witness it, the pictures do make it all look pretty exciting.

(While Silas was fetching friends, I was getting my hair done. Pics to follow tomorrow when I have a chance to style it myself.)

Soon the L'Archies were all settled in at their home away from home Over The Beach.

We joined them for a pasta supper. The food was tasty and the company exceptional, but still the boys considered the dryer the main event. Josh on the outside, Jacob on the inside.

Monday, July 28, 2009 - No Pain, No Gain

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Our first St. John's excursion! We squeezed all three kids into the back of the Camry (thank God for a big car!) and Mom and Grandma in the front and rolled off to the big city for visiting, swimming, and shopping. We packed a tremendous amount into the day, and all the while the kids were absolute angels.

Aunt Bridie's was our first spot. The boys spent most of the time there in her closet, although they did break long enough to give her some kisses. This was a popular move.

Then it was off to see Sr. Patrice at the convent. We arrived in time to bang out a few "tunes" on the piano in the lobby before heading upstairs to the Chapel for Mass. Although they wouldn't admit it, I think the nuns were a little nervous about us joining them for services. After all, the boys have not proven themselves to be calm and well-behaved within the walls of the Presentation Convent. Little did they know of the boys love for Mass! They were just perfect, and after Mass was over they continued to pull out the perfect tricks to impress a crowd of Religious. First, Josh ran up on the altar and into the vestry where the priest was tidying up, pointed at the priest, and exclaimed "God!". Then he came back to the altar and crouched in front of the diorama of the Last Supper. He pointed right to the main character and named him "Jesus!" (Of course, then he pointed to the bread in the hands of the disciples and pronounced it "Ice Cream!"

In the meantime, Jacob was at the back of the Chapel sticking his hand in the Holy Water font. Various nuns reached frantically forward to stop him from his impending sacrilege when he surprised them by drawing back his wet hand and bringing it to his forehead "Father, Son, Spirit, Amen," he said reverently as he moved his hand around his torso.

The day continued on with MacDonald's Playland (boys agreed to leave without crying!!), swimming at the Aquarena (first time in the big pool), coffee with Grandma's friend Marilyn (who needed a rest after just watching us), an unsuccessful trip to the library (closed), groceries in Mount Pearl (Grandma injured by large bag of flour), pizza at Uncle Ernie's (Missy enjoyed Maggie's garlic fingers), then up the shore to bed. All in.

Sunday, July 26, 2009 - A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

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And the fun times continue. Yesterday turned out to be a lovely sunny day, albeit a bit chilly. Grandma and Mom went to yoga (also known as "yogi", sometimes "yogurt") in Admiral's Cove. Sun Salutations went smoothly, and although Grandma came out feeling fine, my yoga muscles were aching, owing to some serious neglect over the past 12 months. When we got home, the "best Dad ever" was putting together the swing set that Harold Boland brought us for the kids. Thanks Harold! When the assembly was complete, all three kids (and later Maggie's friend Claire) were absolutely delighted with the result.

After lunch we went to the ball field in Ferryland for the opening of the Shamrock Folk Festival. We might have stayed home on the swings, but Natalie was singing at the Festival and we didn't want to miss that! First, the kids spent some overpriced time in the Bounce-A-Rama (and there were ructions when the boys had to get out!), and then we found a good spot at the front of the crowd where we could see the object of our affection on stage, and where the boys could have plenty of room for dancing. Some poutine (which Josh enjoyed very much) rounded out the afternoon.

Saturday afternoon Silas and I headed off to town in preparation for the Tely 10, which we ran this morning in the drizzle and fog. Ten miles in 99 minutes for Silas and 124 minutes for me. We may not be speedy, but we are determined. Not to mention sore.

Incidentally, there are lots of lovely pictures of our happy adventures these past two days, but for a variety of reasons not worth mentioning, they are trapped inside the camera. The problem is fixed for future snaps, but these ones may remain in digital limbo for some time. So instead, check out these two links to videos Silas took of the boys. The first one is from Thursday night when they stayed up, literally for hours after bedtime, with Jacob singing our bedtime song:

I love you forever,
I like you for always.
As long as I'm living,
my baby you'll be.

The second is from this afternoon when they whiled away the hours in the late afternoon sun, taking turns in the Little Tykes car that Emily gave Maggie years ago, and that still is a source of amusement here on The Point.

Friday, July 24, 2009 - Napster

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Ah, vacation. Today we did so much, and yet, so little!

Maggie hit the ground running this morning, breaking out the sidewalk chalk and decorating the lane with hearts, people, and a few hopscotch grids.

We went to visit Aunt Joan (who is blooming, thank God), played at the playground, then Mom and the boys snuggled on the couch reading books. Clearly, the boys were all in, after a late night last night.

Late afternoon, a knock came at the door and who did we find on the step but Natalie! Fun times ensued, everyone happy to be re-united.

Thursday, July 23, 2009 - It's been a loo-oo-ng time comin'

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So, a public confession to begin this latest chapter of the blog. Our week was tightly scheduled in preparation for our departure on vacation. Although we were eager to get away, we were also trying to squeeze out every Cape Breton minute to get to the end of what seemed an endless list of things to do. So a 7:00pm departure from Orangedale left plenty of time to take the garbage to the dumpster, drop off Dennis' phone bill, get gas, and pick up some fruit-filled Timbits, all in time to arrive at Marine Atlantic the required two hours before our 11:00pm departure for Argentia. We were going flat-out till the minute the little hand hit seven, but still feeling good.

When we got to North Sydney we were backed up behind a massive live of tractor-trailers, then poorly directed by some borderline-competent RCMP Officers to bypass the line up to get to the check-in kiosk. We cheerfully handed over our reservation number. "Which crossing are you on?" the uniformed employee asked quizzically. "11:00pm", I replied. "11:30pm?" she asked with a question in her voice. "No, 11:00pm to Argentia." "There is no 11:00pm crossing to Argentia. The Argentia crossing is at 9:00pm." In a flash, I knew it. I had messed up the 24-hour clock. 2100 hours is not 11:00pm, it's 9:00pm. Current time? 8:46pm. Oh my.

I said the world's fastest Rosary, and the word came over the walkie-talkie that we could go ahead and board. Second-last vehicle on the boat. Divorce narrowly averted. Vacation intact.

After that dramatic beginning, the crossing itself was blessedly uneventful. We snuggled in overpriced, uncomfortable bunks for the night and one or two of us had a good sleep.

In the morning, Maggie found a great window ledge for the boys to play on. When Jacob got tired she snuggled him and garnered many adoring looks from passers-by.

The Point was waiting to welcome us - Grandma and Granda, Riley, and this time, Uncle John. As the sun set over the shed, we gave thanks to be home.

Friday, August 8th, 2008 - Up the Pond

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All of St. John's (and surrounding areas) woke up with relief this morning when the call came that the 190th running of the Royal St. John's Regatta was a go, finally! We left the house early for what we expected to be a lovely breakfast at Cora's. Alas, an inexperienced waitress and a clearly unskilled cook led to a near disaster. The only thing good about the breakfast experience was the company.

We left Cora's (thankfully) to go to Quidi Vidi and cheers on Uncle Rob in his rowing debut. Bomber went as a movie star.

Uncle Rob was happy to have his fans there, and one of us in particular was pretty happy to cheer him on.

And others of us were just happy.

By the end of the day, we were all in!

Thursday, August 7th, 2008 - Frankie goes to Hollywood

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Vacations are for relaxing...

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 - Crazy hat lady

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Several days have passed now, and we are getting mouldy. The rain, drizzle, fog and COLD have been a burden, but we have found ways to amuse ourselves and pass the time, still squeezing the most out of our dwindling vacation days. We have eaten quite a bit - from Sunday Dinner to Jigger feeds to fresh fish and new potatoes. We happily shared our fish with our Mount Pearl friends. They had a great visit in Calvert, despite the rain.

The Jigger feed on Sunday night was funny. All week, Bomber has been traumatized by specks of mushy carrots or soft bread or rice pudding not blended enough to slide smoothly into her tummy. Yet when the fries and gravy arrived around 8pm on Sunday, well, just try to match her, fry for fry!

On Tuesday we just couldn't stand to be stuck int he house anymore and we went into town for a swimming adventure. The crowds were out of control, but we still had fun. The heated kids' pool was perfect for Bomber, although she was not to fussy about the splashing toddlers who had little or no respect for her reluctance to get her face wet!

Then Wednesday Bomber and I had a real girls' day out. First we went shopping at the Avalon Mall. We bought clothes, which was nice, but the hats were way the most fun.

After we had spent most of our money we went across town to the Spa at the Monastery, one of the poshest spas in St. John's, me for a pedicure and Bomber for a manicure. There was some drama, of course, but we had a great time, side by side the spa. Bomber steadfastly refused nail polish, but was happy with the trim, the cream, the parrafin treatment...

And of course when we got home she changed her mind and wanted her nails done! Grrrr...if I didn't love her so much I would totally lose my patience!

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 - The Cove

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We took our time getting ready this morning, long luxurious baths, foot massages, recreational wrestling, jokes so good we peed in our pants. After some beans for lunch we packe dup the van to go South - through Calvert, Ferryland, Aquaforte, Fermeuse, Renews, Round Cove, Cappahayden, Portugal Cove South, Biscay Bay, and finally Trepassey.

Trepassey was once a booming hub of the fishery - 2200 people living in the town itself, not to mention in all the surrounding communities. The fish plant employed as many as 1400 people, and Trepassey was home to a hockey rink, a motel, a Home Hardware, several restaurants, two schools, several garages and much more infrastructure. With the demise of the cod fishery, Trepassey is now just a shadow of what it used to be. Last year there was just one child beginning school at Stella Maris.

After taking in the beauty of Trepassey, we backtracked to the Portugal Cove Community Hall for their celebrationof Cape Race Heritage Days. There were displays on traditional themes (hooking mats, catching cod, making butter). The big decision - would we rather know how to make bread or raise a family? Tough decision.

They served lots of traditional food - colcannon, cod tongues, baked beans, toutons, mussels, homemeade bread, pea soup, raisin buns, bakeapple, partridgeberry and blueberry jams. And although none of it was as good as Calvert food, it was plenty and it was cheap. We ate well...

We came home in time to do a little relaxing before bedtime. Uncle Rob's visit was a surprise - he and Maggie hid away in Nan's room making Lego creations.

Friday, August 1st, 2008 - Balls of Dough

2008-08-02T09:58:00.006-02:30

We were packed and ready for a boat trip around Conception Bay today but the Newfoundland weather got in the way. But seeing as how we had a change of clothes in our bag anyway, we decided to travel the Southern Shore Highway (again!) and take in a movie. Mama Mia was the choice, and although it was no Hairspray (or Across the Universe) it was a nice way to pass a couple of hours.

Then we met the other vacationers at The Rooms. Bomber was heavy into negotiations looking for the perfect person to push her chair. She was (not surprisingly) not too fussy about Silas as the driver, preferring Jenn instead. But I felt I had to attend to Josh, who is apparently not too into museums.

Anyway, eventually she settled on Natalie as a good compromise.

Afterwards we thought about going out for supper but were so stuffed from movie snacks we couldn't bear the thoughts for eating again. So we got some drive-thru for the minors and came home for a relaxing evening watching the boob tube.

Thursday, July 31st, 2008 - Lord have mercy on Twinkletoes

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We took it easy this morning, recovering after all the eating we did yesterday. By lunch time we were ready to venture out again so we packed up a picnic and went off to the beach in Ferryland by the Colony of Avalon building. It wasn't the best weather - the wind came and went, and Bomber had to continually adjust her jacket accordingly.

Then we dropped the kids off at Calvert Hall for Fun Day and the grown-ups went off exploring around Admiral's Cove. The view was spectacular...

...but still not spectacular enough to convince Bomber to get out of the van!

This is a woman who knows what she wants.

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008 - Tasty little morsels

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After a recovery day yesterday (TV and naps) we gathered all hands in the van first thing this morning and headed out to the city. While I got my hair done, the rest of our gang (Silas, Josh, Jacob, Maggie, and Bomber) joined the Mount Pearl vacation group (Alan, Sandy, Christiane, Bern, and Brian) and made the trip to Cape Spear. A majestic and scenic site. Today, mostly they just saw fog. Ironically, they never did get to the lighthouse. Couldn't see it through the fog so they didn't know it was there!

It was Velma's for lunch (yummy fishcakes), then back up the shore for a wee rest before going across the beach for supper at SHeila and Jim's. Holy tasty supper - prime rib, Yorkshire puddings, veggies, and homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert (thanks Grandma). Bomber charmed everyone, first with her search for the perfect place to sit...

Then just by being so absolutely lovely.

Jenna was an unexpected guest at the meal. Although she wasn't welcome in the house, there were quite a few carrots passed out through the window!

Monday, July 28th, 2008 - Rainy days and Mondays

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Today dawned hot and sunny - the perfect day to be in Calvert. Maggie wanted to do "something special" with Mom, so we decided on cleaning out the van! She was a great help in all stages, but her favourite was the hosing things down at the very end.

The reward after our hard work was a birthday package that arrived from Uncle John. So exciting! And although it was Maggie's birthday package, there were treats in it for everyone, including an iPod for Mom! Thanks Uncle John!

After a picnic lunch we made a quick call over the beach and set up a trip to Rocky Pond for a dip. All hands had fun, but the water temperature really threw the boys for a loop. Their swimming destination of choice is the warm kiddie pool at the Aquarena. They were adamant in their decision to stay on the edge and just throw rocks.

We joined Kris and the gang for another boat trip after lunch, then a seafood BBQ on the deck for supper. Aaah, vacation....Tonight Bomber arrives and then everything will be perfect.

6 Years Old!

2008-07-29T11:26:00.007-02:30

With the big birthday celebration already over, and Jenn and Bomber getting home from the ferry at 5 am, Silas and Maggie snuck out for their own big 6th birthday breakfast at the Riverside Restaurant in Cape Broyle.

"This is the best breakfast I ever had," said Maggie of her sausages and french toast. "They're really good cookers here."

After breakfast we found a big boat to climb in, and two miniature boats with several families of tiny ducklings swimming round them.

In the dog house

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In case there was any doubt who forgot to bring the camera to the Telly 10 finish line...

Sunday, July 27th, 2008 - That must be the end of them now

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Today Kristine and I ran the Tely 10. Ten miles (16km) and we crossed the finish line with smiles on our faces. We were pretty proud of ourselves. We didn't have a camera to take a photo of our victorious selves in our running gear, but at the end of the day (after a few hours on the Ferryland Ball Field at the Shamrock Festival) we did get a dandy snap of us digging in to wings and chips. We considered dressing up in our running gear again, pinning our numbered bibs to our chests, and claiming that the photo was taken this morning just before the start of the race, but we didn't want to open ourselves up to scandal if and when we were exposed.

Saturday, July 26th, 2008 - Cheaters never win

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Maggie was so excited today - we celebrated her 6th birthday. She knew it was going to be a party to remember - yesterday when we were on the boat, having such a great adventure, she exclaimed with delight, "This is so much fun!" Then a pause, "But I know not as much fun as my birthday party will be!"

So I think the do lived up to her expectations. We had 13 kids and just as many grown ups. The kids played lots of games - Pass the Parcel, Kim's Game, Pin the Tongue on the Codfish (a Newfoundland twist on the traditional pony favourite).

It was a hoot to watch the real competitive kids try their best to ensure victory - passing the parcel veeerrrry slowly in hopes the music would stop; lifting their head waaaaay up to peek under the blindfold in an attempt to get the tongue squarely inthe fish's waiting mouth. The food was delicious - thanks Uncle Rob for the BBQing.

When it was all over and all the water balloons had been thrown, Clare stayed around to play with Maggie. They painted ceramic pigs with a kit Maggie had gotten for her birthday. They named them "Pig Will", "Pig Won't", and "Pig Sort Of". Too cute.

Friday, July 25th, 2008 - The Hare's Ears

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Today Granda took us out in Jim's boat. We motored around Calvert Harbour, and then all the way to Ferryland, with Granda giving the guided tour of fishing berths and the stories that go with them. Silas brought his video to capture that living history.

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 - Corporal works of mercy

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The days here are flying by - we've been swimming, shopping, walking, going to the library...all the while going through endless Tim's drive-thrus for coffee and fruit-filled timbits.

Today Silas and I went to town ALL BY OURSELVES (thanks Grandma and Granda!) to watch movies in the theatre. We also went to visit Sr. Patrice who is in hospital waiting for surgery. Of course, you can't go empty handed, so we picked some peonies from the garden to brighten her hospital room, and then for her palate Grandma fried up a tasty sculp. (aka codfish head). That's just the way we do things here.

Sunday, July 20th, 2008 - Calvert Daze

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This weekend was Calvert Days, a few days of the year set aside to visit with friends and relatives, raise money for Calvert Hall, and generally confirm that Calvert is the best community on the Shore, bar none. We ate fishcakes and bakeapple jam at the Hall, saw all kinds of people, ("My God, Jennifer, the boys are after gettin' some big! How old are they now?") and then enjoyed two hours of singing at the Calvert Daze Variety Concert on Sunday night. Maggie loved that evening: "Mom, I wish this show would never end!"

I couldn't get Nan out of my mind all weekend...last year getting her to go to the Calvert Days brunch was a tough sell, but not as tough as getting her out of the Hall when it was over! And she would have loved the singing...

This afternoon we managed to interrupt Uncle Rob's post-Sunday Dinner nap to take a trip down to Stone Island. Again, the boys outdid themselves, walking the whole trail holding hands with Mom and Dad. Well, once in a while they got spoiled...

When we made to the end, confronted by the enormity and the beauty of the vast Atlantic Ocean, the boys true delight was reserved for a two foot wide rain pool in the rocks.

It was interesting to sit there, at the spot in the harbour where the first settlers arrived to carve out a home on this cold and unforgiving rock, a watch Uncle Rob mesmerized by something totally modern.

Saturday, July 19th, 2008 - That was grand!

2008-07-19T14:39:00.011-02:30

Well, here we are in Calvert again. This time a whole week has passed and I have not managed to put fingertips to keyboard to cast our vacation experiences out into the blogosphere. Not for lack of adventures, though.

We arrived last Sunday after an excruciating 22 hour voyage. Marine Atlantic, fog, and moose were the culprits. But we did arrive safely in the wee hours of the morning, and had time to get a couple of hours sleep before getting up to go to Mass and then home for Sunday Dinner. Naps were had by all, then we rounded out the day with, of course, wings and chips (and cod bites this time) from the Jigger. All was right with the world.

Throughout this week we've kept ourselves pretty busy. The Lighthouse Picnics were a highlight, and not just for the good food this year. Josh and Jacob walked all the way out without the stroller! The weather was perfect for the walk out and back, but while we there it was cold and drizzly and we couldn't handle an outdoor picnic.

The weather was so perfect the rest of the week that we packed in as many outdoor adventures as we could, before the inevitable rain, drizzle, and fog came to drive us indoors. We threw rocks into the North Atlantic, frolicked in Bowring Park, watched laundry flap in the wind, and rode bikes up and down the lane.

We did spend some time in the house, occasionally in serious pursuits...

...but more often, just being silly.

Saturday, May 10th, 2008 - That's just not cool

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Yesterday was another day of Newfoundland sunshine - rain, drizzle, and fog. And frigidly cold to boot. So we didn't stray too far - back to the Hall to run around, lots and lots of boob tube. The boys mostly got into trouble. Josh "tidied up" Granda's newspapers.

Jacob tried his hand at hot-wiring the truck.

And Maggie just polished her halo.

Today, on the other hand, turned out to be quite nice. Along with some visiting, we spent most of the day at the playground. When we got home, Grandma hung some laundry out as a special treat.

A bittersweet ending to the day, though. As Maggie was snugly tucked into bed we were talking about the plans for tomorrow, heading to the airport then back to Orangedale to our own beds. She tried her best, but just couldn't hold back her tears. "I'm sad to leave, Mom." Aren't we all, honey.

Thursday, May 8th, 2008 - The old man is snoring

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Low key day yesterday, not so today! Off to St. John's in the driving rain to go swimming, MacDonald's Playland, and Costco. Something for everyone! We stopped at Waterford Bridge first for a quick visit with Aunt Marjie and to change into our swimming clothes. Everyone had something to keep them occupied during the visit. For the boys it was (big surprise) traffic.

Maggie was channeling her creative energies into writing a song about swimming.

The MacDonald's trip illuminated a developmental milestone that Josh has sailed past. He can now climb all the way through the Playland tunnels! This is exciting, albeit a bit inconvenient, as he is not inclined to respond so positively to Mom when I encourage him to come down. He just sat up there, waving and blowing kisses at me, saying "A-bye, a-bye!" Thanks to Maggie and a charming little boy named Matthew who escorted him down, thus saving me the humiliation of squeezing my generous behind through the less-then-generous plastic tunnels!

Wednesday, May 7th , 2008 - We had a ball!

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Every vacation needs low-key days where not too much happens. Try convincing a five year old of that fact! The Newfoundland weather was on us with a vengeance, so going outdoors was out of the question. And with the energy level of the boys at an all-time high, staying inside at Grandma and Granda's wasn't exactly the ideal choice either. So we grabbed the key to Calvert Hall (it pays to have connections) and went over to run around indoors. The stability balls used by the middle aged ladies to ward off flabby bellies came in very handy.

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008 - Cruisin'

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Today we hit the road for the big city, for Mom to get a new hairdo (holy red hair, Batman) and the kids to go to Bowring Park with Grandma and Marilyn. The park was a hit, partcularly for Jacob, who's hit was right on the forehead as he tumbled off the swing. Oops!

We visited Sr. Patrice at Presentation Convent, where Maggie was an absolute doll, singing and dancing for all the Sisters. And there were a lot of Sisters! Then Patrice took us to the Health Care Unit, the nursing home wing of the convent. Long corridors and good echos were just too much for the boys to resist. They went barreling up and down the halls, laughing their little shaved heads off. Then they upped the ante - barging in and out of the nun's bedrooms, greeting the bent, greying old ladies with enthusiastic "Hello!"s and testing their beds for bounce. I was imagining broken hips and atrial fibrillation all round, but the nurses (and the nuns) were delighted. "That's what we need here, a bit of excitement, some stimulation." Your wish is our command.

We fininshed the day with Chinese food at Uncle Rob and Aunt Julie's. The food was delicious, but it was hard to pull the boys away from the front lawn where there is a great view of the traffic!

Monday, May 5th, 2008 - There's no place like home!

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The kids and I parted with Dad at the Halifax Airport yesterday, Silas on his way to Montreal to convert the pagans, and the kids and I happily soaring over the Gulf to Calvert to get our fix. Waking up this morning at Grandma and Granda's was such a treat - sun shining brightly, warm air pulling us outside, icebergs floating in Ferryland Harbour, big screen TV beckoning us with images of Dora and the like.

We spent the day outdoors, playing in the yard, going to see Peter Hynes' lambs (although we forgot to bring them any treats) and playing with cousin Emily. Josh was a little mixed up - when he went out the door onto the deck, he promptly took off running, across the lawn, up the lane, and plopped himself down outside the front door of Josephine's. Just like the good old days...

All hands went to bed early to recover from the jet lag and get ready for tomorrow.

Friday, August 24th, 2007 - And there's a wall of tears I've got to get over...

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Today was our last day of a magical summer. Best to just say thanks - to Mary and Jen and the folks at L'Arche Cape Breton, to Grandma, Granda Tom and Nan, to Natalie, to everyone who had anything to do with the adventure of the last few weeks. We have been blessed, and have faith that we will continue to be. Until the next blog...

Monday, August 20th, 2007 - Hurray for Up The Bay!

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Today was just about perfect. Sunny, windy, reading with kids, running, carpentry, beer, ocean exploration, baked fish, blueberries and ice cream, and good friends. God smiled on us today, and we smiled back.

Sunday, August 19th, 2007 - Oh Grissam, you're my hero

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Sunday. Not much to say except except delicious!

I suppose we could also say lonely...teary...wishful...Uncle John and Uncle Rob are gone, we are going in less than a week, and, perhaps worst of all, Riley is gone with Uncle Rob! So many times today something (usually food!) would remind Granda Tom and Grandma of their lost dog and one of them would sigh, "Poor old Riddle..." I dare say Granda Tom will gain a few pounds in Riley's absence!

Saturday, August 18th, 2007 - Blink and you'll miss it

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This week went by in a blur of clothes, barking, falling curtains, and fish. But as I look back at our pictures I can see that we filled our days with plenty of good times and smiles.

The boys seemed more interested than ever in reading this week, constantly bringing books to Mom or Dad and clambouring up in our laps to hear the story. "Down By The Bay" and "Goodnight Moon" were frequent requests.

We are all still in the "Hairspray" groove, after seeing the movie a couple of weeks ago. Maggie, in particular, is loving the music from the movie. So we got the soundtrack and have been playing it on the stereo in the living room. She can sing quite a bit of "Good Morning Baltimore" and can recognize all the songs after a few bars. She has also been working out a bit of a dance routine...

Silas has been doing some fishing this week, as a part of the food fishery that allows five fish per person per day for a couple of weeks at the end of the summer. The first trip out was unsuccessful, but only in terms of what came up on the end of the jigger (two sculpins...no cod). In terms of the beauty of Calvert and surrounding areas from the water, and stories and lore shared by Granda Tom, it was a smashing success.

The second trip had a more observable result.

It is worth noting that, on this second trip, Silas was the only crew member who landed a cod. Granda Tom figured we should buy the man a new hat right away, to accommodate his swollen head!

Monday, August 13th, 2007 - I had this much fun!

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We headed off to town this morning, but in different directions. Maggie went with her uncles for a fun-filled day at Bowring Park to feed the ducks and go swimming, to the mall for a little shopping, then to MacDonald's for supper. It is safe to say that whatever Maggie wanted, Maggie got! At then end of the day she was totally wired and full of energy and excitement. All Uncle John could get out was "I so need a nap..."

Meanwhile, the boys and Dad and I explored the whole city - lunch at The Pantry first, which was scrumptious. The Pantry, incidentally, is the restaurant at the Elaine Dobbin Centre for Autism. The Centre is built on a beautiful piece of land behind the Janeway Children's hospital, and provides programming, work, and educational opportunities for people with autism. All the profits from The Pantry go to fund the work of the Centre. So you can eat a delicious lunch and feel good doing it!

The waitress we had was especially fond of our boys and came to our table several times just to chat with them. When I went to pay our bill she said, "I hope I'm not being rude, but your boys...they have.....?" "Down Syndrome?" I suggested. "Yes, yes! That's it!" Quite a funny moment.

In addition to the library and a whole bunch of other errands, we also spent a couple of hours at Pippy Park enjoying the sun and throwing the ball around. That was a treat.

The boys had a great time...they felt so relaxed they just had to take their clothes off!

Saturday, August 11th, 2007 - All together now

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The camera came out again today as we all headed off to town for a big family brunch. Uncle Rob was expected home around 9am, although thanks to Marine Atlantic it was closer to noon before he arrived. In any event, the ten of us headed down to the Sundance for brunch out on the deck. It was a lovely sunny day and it was just nice to be together. John Delahunty was dining there, too, and stopped by the table to say a quick hello. I dare say he wasn't expecting to see Annie O'Toole on George Street!

Since Uncle John arrived a few days ago, he has had some time to connect with his niece and nephews and treat them to outings, ice cream, and Kitkat bars. Jacob has taken quite a shine to his big, hairy uncle and likes to announce "Uncle John!" with great gusto whenever he senses a lull in the conversation. Of course, Uncle Rob's arrival has threatened Uncle John's newfound place as the favoured one. So there was a little friendly competition at the brunch table. Uncle Rob pulled out all the stops in his hopes to emerge the victor.

When we arrived and were ordering, a few people went for the "Hungry Man's Brunch", which promised quite a load of grub. Granda Tom was adamant that nobody was leaving till everything had been eaten. (Or "ett", to be precise.) Grandma, despite protestations that she was "stogged", was up to the challenge.

The day wasn't over when we left the restaurant, though. First, on the walk back to the van, we caught sight of some unattended food in a window!

Granda Tom and Nan headed up the shore, the uncles stayed at Waterford Bridge Road to nap, and the energetic among us went for a little shoe shopping...

...and then to Farm and Field Day at the Department of Agriculture site in St. John's. That was a lovely way to end the day.

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007 - I've got tears in my ears...

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I couldn't bring myself to blog yesterday. We were all too sad after saying goodbye to David and Ed. Ed didn't seem too sad to leave, although he did have hugs for everyone on the way out.

We sent them off with our love and some bologna. "Our Lady of the Highways, be with them on their journey, for all your ways are beautiful and all your paths are peace."

The bright spot? Uncle John arrived yesterday evening, and Maggie has demanded his undivided attention ever since. "Play! Play! Play!" The games and laughs and KitKats and custard cones are securing his place as a well-loved uncle!

Saturday, August 4th, 2007 - Rollin' over the ocean

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Today we went out on the water, taking the William B. II, with Ernie as the Skipper, out on Conception Bay. Margie, Tom, Dolly, Sandy, and Kim made up the crew, along with myself, Silas, David, Ed, and Maggie. Oh, and Missy too!

It was a wonderful trip. We explored the shores around Bell Island, and moored off Brigus to BBQ some hot dogs, food of the gods.

On the way back, we saw whales breeching within just a few feet of the boat. But even with all this majesty, some of us were just too cool to get excited.

Others of us were excited, but still cool.

After we came ashore, we went into town to continue the fun. We stopped to see the buskers outside the Scotiabank. Breakdancing...holy '80s flashback!

Then we headed up to Bannerman Park for the Newfoundland and Labrador Folk Festival, which was fabulous. Ed played the Six String Nation guitar...

...not to mention a little air harmonica.

Friday, August 3rd, 2007 - Better ye than me

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Time for a quieter day today. Silas and the boys rested at Grandma's while Ed, David, Maggie and I went to Ferryland to the local museum, the Colony of Avalon gift shop, and the Ferryland Cafe for, what else, coffee.

The coffee was tasty...

...and the gift shop yielded earrings, books, and T-shirts. The museum was less hospitable. Lock him up, throw away the key.

Later in the evening a visitor arrived next door on his motorcycle. He was kind enough to let Ed visit with it, when it wasn't too noisy.

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007 - Do they got Downs?

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Well, the Regatta was on today, so off we went to St. John's to enjoy the races, the cotton candy, the french fries, and the people.

Of course no place is safe. There may not be soldiers at the Regatta, but you could still end up...in jail.

After the races, we went to visit The Rooms, home of the NL Archives, Art Gallery, and Museum. There, Ed was threatened by a bear, who planned to "eat him up". Ed made a peace offering, though, of an invite for tea at Asha House. All's well that ends well.

We finished the day with Chinese food at the Magic Wok. Yummy!

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 - Would you like some food, Mrs. Turnblad?

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Today was supposed to be the 189th running of the Royal St. John's Regatta. Instead, it marked the arrival of Tropical Storm Chantal, which brought devastation to the Placentia/Dunville area, and headaches to many other communities on the Avalon Peninsula. It was our first day of rain since Ed and David arrived, so it seemed the perfect opportunity to head to St. John's for a movie. We went to see Hairspray, which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. (Yes, Silas loved a musical!) It is worth noting that Ed seemed to enjoy it mainly for the excellent opportunity it provided for napping. David lost his poutine to the bottom of Ed's shoe, but even that couldn't dampen our spirits!

When we emerged from the movie theatre the tropical storm had given way to clear air and sunshine. We stopped in briefly on Sr. Patrice at the Presentation Motherhouse, where Ed perused the picture book on Pope John Paul II. David was particularly intrigued by the photos of His Holiness meeting the Harlem Globetrotters!

Then we went on to Signal Hill. A lovely view, yes...

But wouldn't you know, more soldiers. Better not shoot me...

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007 - They got a Tim Horton's around here?

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The germs continue to travel around our little group. Today we left Silas at home fighting some virus while the rest of us went on an excursion around the bay. We stopped in Brigus South first.

Then we went on to Lamanche Village and hiked the East Coast trail to the swinging bridge. Beautiful scenery...

Just don't let the soldiers get you!

Monday, July 30th, 2007 - Hold me now, oh-oh warm my heart

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What better way to start the day than with a picnic? We spent the morning and the early afternoon at the Ferryland Lighthouse eating oatmeal bread, brie, curried chicken, pasta, chocolate cake, fresh lemonade, and more delectable treats, all while looking out over a million-dollar view.

The picnic wasn't all eating, though. We did fly Maggie's birthday kite...

...and get away from the group for a while to sing a little Thompson Twins. Go figure.

To get to the picnic we walked about an hour from our parking spot at the Colony Cafe. A long walk like that a person needs to take a few breaks for photo ops...

...for naps...

...and for, well, other things.

While we frolicked at the Lighthouse, Nan was busy working, cleaning bakeapples that Grandma and Granda had picked at Cape Race a few days earlier.

After supper we all went to the cemetery for the annual outdoor Mass there, which drew a huge crowd and (although brief) was lovely. We visited the graves of some of my family, including the grave of my great-grandfather Mr. Jim O'Toole, whose portrait hangs in the kitchen and who Ed is quite attached to. That was a nice moment.

The boys needed a little pool time to unwind after a full day.

Ed needed something a little stronger.

Sunday, July 29th, 2007 - Hippy-dippy-doo

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After Mass this morning we did a little exploring around Aquaforte and Ferryland, taking in the fabulous sunshine, the beautiful old homes, the sparkling harbours, and the duck family crossing the road in front of our van. (Who knew David could speak quack?)

Then we came home to a sumptuous turkey dinner, complete with blueberry duff and sauce. After dinner, we rolled ourselves out to the the van and, after a number of false starts ("I need to pee"; "I should get a cup of coffee"; "We forgot our sweaters"; "I need to pee again") we drove out the driveway for Cape Race.

We entertained ourselves with musical games on the way. then stopped at the Interpretive Centre in Portugal Cove South to read the information panels (David and Silas), use the bathroom (Ed and Maggie), enjoy the echo (Josh), run around like a madman (Jacob), and chase kids (me). A good time was had by all!

Then we continued out the gravel road to the lighthouse at Cape Race. Despite the totally underwhelming tour guides (who almost spoke to us a a couple of times) we still had fun exploring, and walking up the 200+steps to the top of the light.

Not everyone made it to the top!

David made it higher than anyone else, going right up into the light. What an overachiever!

On the drive back, Ed got a little peckish and decided to try out some wasabi peas that Silas and David were snacking on. "Tasty and sour", he declared.

And of course, no Sunday evening is complete without a feed from the snack bar. The visitors have now been initiated into a proud Power tradition!

And Ed finished the day happy, curled up on the couch between two "alpha males"!

Saturday, July 28th, 2007 - This icing tastes like burnt rubber

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Today we celebrated Maggie's 5th birthday, and it was a day perfectly befitting such a special girl. The food was beautiful (and didn't taste that bad, either) and the games were a great success. Face paint and water balloons stole the show.

Some other nice moments after the party included Ed's communion with the drying fish, David and Maggie's drawing on the driveway with her new sidewalk chalk, and Maggie's visit with Aunt Bridie.

Friday, July 27th, 2007 - Gold-digger

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Today we took a quiet day to help the vacationers recover from their trip. Grandma and I did a quick trip to St. John's to get supplies for Maggie's birthday, while the rest of the crowd hiked out to Stone Island to see the view, and a few whales in the mix.

The culmination of the day was a trip to Jim & Sheila's Chalet for a top-notch dinner of steak, chicken, brie in phyllo, baked potatoes, beer wine, you name it. Grandma supplied the dessert, and Ed cut the rhubarb for the crisp.

The dinner was fantastic. Ed entertained, at one point declaring that he was leaving to go to Halifax and chase women. We wished him luck!

Thursday, July 26th, 2007 - Revealed, your opinion is

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Today was a much-anticipated day, the day that David Shumaker and Ed Johnson arrived! We spent time yesterday getting ready. Maggie was especially concerned that the guys be welcomed well. She wanted to cut fresh flowers to put in the trailer where they will be staying.

We did lots of laundry so there would be clean towels and sheets...

And one or two other things as well.

And the guys did arrive safely, but they were more than a little bit tired after a long day on the ferry and then a late night drive to Calvert, on the look-out for moose. We tried to help them get some rest.

When a person is tired, nerves can wear thin quickly. Ed found the boys' yelling and revelry a bit more than he could handle by times. Whereas as some of us might have tried to quiet them by providing a diversion or removing them from the scene, Ed chose a more unorthodox approach. "Josh", he sternly warned, "I've got a ray gun!"

But Ed was much more Zen at the end of the day when Grandma and I got home from yoga in Admiral's Cove. Ed thought he might try a few poses. We suggested the pigeon or the warrior, but he preferred to stay with a pose of his own design, the "Dead Man's Pose".

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007 - Back on the chain gang

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A few days, no blogging. A few days, not much of anything, truth be told. That strep just kept getting worse. Two trips to the doctor, what seemed like a thousand gargles with salty water, and more rest than I usually get in a month. And then, pinkeye. Woohoo!

But enough of my germy details. I am on the mend and that is good. A few things to report from these past couple of days....Maggie has taken to photography. She has learned to operate both our and Grandma's camera, and has earnestly set about expressing herself in photos. A few samples of some of the stand-outs:

Also over the past few days there were some amazing scenes out the harbour. We tried our best to capture them.

And then yesterday morning Francis' wife Annette came down with a gift for Nan, an absolutely beautiful silk scarf from one of the First Nations of British Columbia. She said that now Nan could "think of Francis whenever she wore the scarf". Nan was very grateful, but then quietly said, "I don't need a scarf to think of Francis." Another reason to love her.

Sunday, July 22nd, 2007 - I'm the queen of the world!!

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Those of you who know me, but who may not have been in touch with me lately, may want to sit down before reading the next sentence. Today, I ran the Tely 10 Road Race in St. John's. Yes, me who literally does not have an athletic bone in her body, and who has been known to be, in the immortal words of Colette Shannahan, "as big as a horse", ran ten miles through the streets of St. John's, and not because someone was chasing me. Last march I decided (secretly) to run the race, and today I actually did it. My finishing time was 1:52:09, which placed me 1609 out of 2020 runners. I made it to the top 79%. Perfectly respectable. Downright miraculous when you consider the fact that, the day before, I was diagnosed with a rather nasty strep infection and started on massive doses of penicillin. I choose to blame the strep/penicillin infection for the fact that, about 15 minutes after triumphantly crossing the finish line, I gracefully made my way to a garbage can and promptly threw up. Sense of accomplishment was intact; sense of dignity, not so much.

My determination and grit got me to the race, but my family got me over the finish line. Not only did my folks forgo Sunday Dinner in order to be at the finish line (yes, you heard right - my running the Tely 10 pre-empted Sunday Dinner!!), but Silas and the kids all wore custom made T-shirts to give me a boost. I am the luckiest granddaughter, daughter, wife, and mother in the world.

Thursday, July 19th, 2007 - Lord have mercy on them all

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The welcome home party went off without a hitch this morning. Balloons, bacon, and beer glasses, all chosen by Maggie herself. She was awful proud and Dad's eyes teared up at the sight. Family is a marvel.

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007 - Four strong winds

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Today was simply too lovely to stay indoors, so we all piled in the van (and the truck) with blanket, chair, and lunch and headed for Lamanche Park. Some of us swam, some of us splashed, and some of us watched from the shore. A lovely time.

The evening, though, was the much-anticipated time of the day. Maggie and I left to go to the airport to pick up Dad! Maggie was very much in the excitement of welcome. She insisted on a "Welcome Home" balloon, and has planned a "Welcome Home" party for tomorrow morning (don't tell Silas!). So we waited at the arrivals area of the St. John's Airport, a mom and a young daughter, with a balloon welcoming Dad home. Turns out there was a flight from Fort MacMurray arriving just three minutes before Silas's flight from Halifax. We really blended into that crowd! Somehow I felt dishonest...

One proud moment for a Newfoundland mom...on the way to town Maggie had some pretzels in a bowl to snack on. As the pile diminished, she exclaimed, "Wow, Mom, I'm after eatin' a lot of pretzels!" Her first Newfoundland dialect!!!

Tuesday, July 17th - Come East, young man

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Yesterday was a grey, rainy kind of day. Grandma and Nan and the kids and I went to Cape Broyle and did a little exploring, through the harbour gawking at houses, and then in to Horsechops. Nan kept insisting that she ought to make a wish, as it was her first time up the country road. Then we came to Ferryland and descended upon the Colony Cafe for lunch. All things considered, everyone was very well-behaved. Nan had to discipline the boys a couple of times, in particular when Jacob tore off his shoes and flicked them onto the neighbouring table, and when Josh grabbed a hold of the tablecloth an did his best to pull it off. ("Now by's, your not in your own house now!")

Today we visited with our new neighbours - Francis, who grew up next door but moved to BC some 35 years ago, and a whole crew of his friends and family. Nan even walked up the lane with Grandma to visit, and to sit at the kitchen table at Josephine's, where she would have spent many hours over the years. There were a lot of memories in that kitchen, and seeing Nan there at the table with Francis and Lorraine gave me a lump in my throat.

Of course, sentimentality never lasts too long when there are kids in the mix. When I came down the lane after my little moment with Nan, Josh had been quite busy...

Sunday, July 15th, 2007 - You have your hands full

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Sunday always dawns with a certain sense of excitement and anticipation - the food, the nap, even the trip to Mass. Add to it the perfect weather we had today and it is hard not to live the day as a prayer. For such an important day, it's good to get cleaned up and looking pretty. The boys enjoyed their splash in the tub, and were happy to head to their new room at Grandma's to get dressed.

After Sunday dinner, Grandma brought Nan some rhubarb crisp for dessert. Nan, as usual, exclaimed, "For heaven's sake, Ellie, I can't eat that!". "Hmmm, " Maggie mused. "Nan can't eat anything!"

The day ended with a bonfire on the beach to close out Calvert Days. There was a fire, and some guitars, and all the good old Irish and Newfoundland songs, sung in a huddle at the side of the road (as it was a bit too hot to get close to the fire!). This Calvert is just a really good place to belong.

Saturday, July 14th, 2007 - Movin' on up

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Today was our last day at Josephine's. On Monday Francis, her son, will arrive from BC for his first visit to Calvert in 10 years. Much as we hate to leave, who can argue with that reason?

And in some ways it is about time to make a move. The boys have tired with all the childproof stuff on the house, and have discovered new and creative ways to get in trouble. Their latest favourite is crawling under the kitchen table. At first this seemed silly and cute. Then they started whacking on the baseboard heater and laughing hysterically at the sound it would make. Then they discovered that by grabbing the tablecloth and pulling really hard they could make all manner of fun and messy stuff topple before their very eyes. Needless to say, that game lost its charm pretty quickly.

Today was also the beginning of Calvert Days, a small, two day event organized by people from the community as a way for residents, former residents, and people connected with Calvert to get together to eat, drink and be merry (and raise some money for the church and hall at the same time). The weather was smashing and the people came out in droves. Fish cakes and toutons and beans and more at the hall for lunch, then dancing till the wee hours at night. After some convincing, Nan agreed to come the hall for lunch. And it took just as much convincing to get her to come home when it was all done!

The kids had fun, too, but on their own terms.

Thursday, July 12th, 2007 - Inch by inch

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The capelin that rolled in this week have come in very handy in Grandma and Granda's garden. Maggie collected a bucket full all on her own, then spread them over the potatoes in the garden - three capelin to each potato plant, as per Granda Tom's instructions. She looked especially fetching in her brand new garden gloves, a gift from Emily's Nan.

By the end of the day, Maggie had come down with whatever flattened Silas last week. Poor little scrap.

Then today we took out the kiddie pool - cures all ills. Maggie even perked up enough to put on her lipstick and head off to the ballfield for the kids' fun day. Pucker up!

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 - Roll it over the ocean

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The last couple of days were full of adventure, in no small part due to the warm, sunny weather that drew us out of the house, and in fine form.

But for sure the story of these few days has been CAPELIN! The capelin were rolling on the beach in Calvert yesterday and today. And with the capelin came not only nostalgia for days gone by, but also whales. The harbour was full of them - according to Lloyd Sullivan, resident fisheries expert, more than have ever been seen in Calvert.

Maggie, Grandma and Natalie spent Monday evening at the beach, and then today we all (even Nan!) went to watch the capelin on the waves. Maggie and the boys did their best to save the live ones foundering on the beach by tossing them back in the water. A valiant effort.

We also traveled down to Stone Island, the point where Joseph Sullivan first settled in Calvert after crossing the Atlantic from Ireland, to see the whales blowing. Nan stayed in the van ("I'm the best kind here") while Grandma and Maggie hiked out to the water's edge. The boys discovered a mud puddle about three feet from the van that was absolutely fascinating and they would not be deterred from frolicking in it.

Sunday, July 8th, 2007 - Traveling mercies

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Time for truth-telling. There are days that make me wonder why I decided to have kids. And then there are days that make me wonder how I ever lived a day without them. Today was, thankfully, one of the latter! Nothing momentous or miraculous happened, it was just a day filled with little moments - laughs, accidents, songs, hugs, good moods - that that all came together to somehow open me up to gratitude and love. I am so thankful for these weeks of vacation that are enabling me to slow down enough to notice these moments. I think that, a month ago, I might have let a day like this go by only having eyes for the frustrating parts (of which every day has many). Or I would have been so preoccupied with my list and agenda for the next day that my kids would have been playing second fiddle.

Just a few funny moments to document in pictures. First, the boys discovered the toys had been left out on the deck during the rain, and thus had various compartments filled with water. Woohoo!

Then at supper Grandma got the boys "eating" toast. (Truth telling #2 - they were mostly licking off the jam, then later playing with biting the toast and making faces for laughs!). But what a great laugh we had!

And later, while Maggie and Emily were having snail races - no betting, strictly for entertainment - the boys had a little competition of their own.

Jacob won.

Saturday, July 7th, 2007 - Mickley's Buxture

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Today was Uncle Tom's 83rd birthday, the Festival 500 choral concert at Ferryland Church, yoga at The Pagoda, and Silas' last day here before heading off on retreat with Ed Johnson. It was also another day of torrential rain...

Silas was struck down by another virus, hopefully a short-lived and non-contagious one. We all sweated bullets with the heat cranked while he shivered, fully clothed, under a blanket on the couch. Poor Dad!

While rainy days (and Mondays) can get a person down, they can also be a stimulant for imaginative play. There is a mirrored wardrobe in one of the upstairs bedrooms here, and after a little pushing by Mom and Dad, Maggie claimed it as the portal to Narnia. Of course, her Narnia is filled with girls in pretty dresses named Sara and Rebecca, and I expect there to be a fancy ball there any day now where the Maggie of Narnia (who is, of course, a princess) will be swept off her feet by a handsome prince.

Thursday, July 5th, 2007 - We had joy, we had fun

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Sunny and hot - not very often that happens. Silas and Maggie went on an adventure, first a hike to LaManche Village, a small community no longer inhabited due to a combination of a vicious storm as well as forced resettlement in the 1960's. After a picnic near the now reconstructed swinging bridge they traveled down the road to LaManche Provincial Park for wading and rock throwing, then to s store for chips, a playground and home.

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007 - The best kind

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Yesterday we went to town for the day, sans camera...ooops! But all the usual suspects in terms of activities - groceries at Dominion, Timmy Ho's coffee and fruit-filled Timbits, books at the library, restaurant supper, swimming at the Aquarena. One notable exception to our usual rule was that cousin Emily came with us for the day, much to Maggie's delight. Emily was a gem, very helpful and the model of manners and decorum. She listened to her MP3s and sang along...by the time we hit the Goulds bypass on the way home Maggie was twittering "Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend..." Have her baby Beluga days passed already?

And today was a standout day. After some early morning mowing, seven of us piled in the van, leaving Granda Tom and Riley holding down the fort, and headed down the shore to the Captain's Table restaurant in Witless Bay (listed, by the way, in "Where to Eat in Canada").

We took the scenic route there, and the VERY scenic route back. Name a community between Calvert and Witless bay, and we toured it. Cape Broyle, Brigus South, Bauline, Burnt Cove, St. Michael's, Mobile, Witless Bay...I love Cape Breton, but really, the Cabot Trail has nothing on the Southern Shore.

Aside from the scenery, we gawked (and scorned)at the big houses, stopped in at an art gallery, bought roadside lemonade, shared shirts, swung on swings, ate ice cream, and peed in our pants (well, almost, and only one of us).

Monday, July 2nd, 2007 - E-I-E-I-O

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Today we had a visit from my cousin and his family. Double the kids! As their four year old noted during a particularly chaotic lunch of Kraft Dinner, sandwiches, and toutons, "Three kids is plenty!" But Maggie was happy with the extras - she loved having a friend to play with.

After lunch we headed over the beach to see hens (collected two eggs and broke them both), pet the cow (who had a drink of juice from a low-slung sippy cup) and play on the bunk beds at the Chalet (but not make a mess).

Sunday, July 1st, 2007 - We will remember them

2007-07-03T21:57:00.000-02:30

Happy Canada Day!

Another gorgeous sunny day, although a little chilly and a bit too much a breeze for my liking. The excitement today? Nan came to Mass! First time since the last time Maggie and I were here at the end of March. All things considered, it took very little convincing, and it sure did her a world of good. "Thank God I got to out to Mass", she intoned several times throughout the day. Thank God?! God had nothing to do with it - thank Jenn!

In the afternoon Grandma and Maggie and I went to the Legion for the ceremony marking the battle of Beaumont-Hamel. A small but dedicated crowd. And when we got home, Maggie practiced folding her tongue!

Saturday, June 30th, 2007 - Will the circle be unbroken?

2007-07-03T21:35:00.000-02:30

It's been a few days now without any blogging. We are settling in here, I guess, so the days seem to become more ordinary, I forget to take out the camera (just like at home) and I start to imagine that reading about the minutiae of our daily life here on The Point has got to be boring people.

And then, just when there has been this lull in my blogging, I hear from several people how much they have been enjoying reading about our vacation in Calvert. Not just grandparents and close friends, either, but old high school friends, L'Arche assistants, people who I am sure have many other (better) things to do. Yet somehow they are amused/touched/entertained by my simple tales. I'm not sure why, but this fills me with a deep sense of gratitude for my family, and for the mysterious connections between people that we often are not aware exist. Scoff at Facebook if you will, but it has been a source of only good things for me.

So thanks to all of you who follow our adventures! And now, back to the blogging...

Today was a gorgeous sunny day, and we could be outdoors throwing the ball around, watching the laundry dry, and (unfortunately) eating dirt.

In the afternoon we headed off to Admiral's Cove for a welcome party for a family from Sri Lanka who have just moved to Cape Broyle...talk about culture shock! The family have two kids aged 9 and 5, so the party was particularly geared to other kids, in hopes that these two sweet little newcomers could meet some friends to ease their transition into this strange and wonderful part of the world. The party was held in an old church, transformed into a beautiful home of paintings and hooked rugs and stained glass. The kids painted, ate fruit, and danced. The visitors "from away" (and I don't mean Silas!) brought spicy food to be eaten without utensils, and sang traditional Sinhalese songs perched high on the stone steps above the church. Although Maggie was a little nervous, and Josh made a lasting impression, it was a treat of an afternoon that doesn't come along every day.

Wednesday, June 27th - Is that a lobster claw in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

2007-06-27T22:55:00.000-02:30

Today Chris Boland brought us two lobsters, and Granda Tom had gotten fresh cod, caught in Calvert waters by Lloyd Sullivan. Add that to the crab we cleaned on Monday (which Silas used to make crab salad and crab cakes) and it was a seafood extravaganza here today!

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007 - Mine! Mine! Mine!

2007-06-27T22:43:00.000-02:30

Today was a large day. We got up early, packed up the van, and headed to St. John's. First stop was the Dominion in Mount Pearl where the kids had their pictures taken. A surprising success! We actually got all three in the same photo. That's one for the record books. Then renting movies - Dad put his foot down and banned Barbie rentals. (Maggie will thank us for that when she's older.) And then off to Bowring Park for a picnic and fun at the playground.

The picnic was nice, but the boys' biggest thrill was running with the seagulls. Safer than running with the bulls, but I bet they'd love that, too.

And everyone loved the playground. No exaggeration, we pushed the boys non-stop for more than half an hour on the swings and their giggles and smiles never faded. They are wondrous little creatures who we are privileged to love.

The day wasn't over then - it went on to include Chapters (to get a birthday gift for Rosa), the Dollar Store (to get tattoos), Tim Hortons (for coffee and fruit-filled timbits), the library (for books - duh!), Grandma and Granda's house on Waterford Bridge Road (to eat supper and run around naked - Jacob and Josh only!) and the Aquarena (to splash...and splash...and splash!). We came home tired and happy, just how we like it.

Monday, June 25th, 2007 - Blowin' in the wind

2007-06-25T21:28:00.000-02:30

A low-key day today. The kids and I hung out in Grandma and Granda's yard while Dad mowed the lawn. The boys were mesmerized by the laundry on the line, flapping in the wind. Easily entertained...

In the afternoon, Silas and I cleaned crab legs. This is a slow, tedious, yet ultimately tasty job. Maggie climbed trees while we worked.

Sunday, June 24th, 2007 -Chips, dressing and gravy

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Sunday dawned sunny and clear (woohoo!) and so Dad, Maggie and Josh walked to Mass while Nan and Jacob and I stayed home to cook Sunday dinner. Riley, never able to resist a leisurely stroll, tagged along over the bay, despite Silas' best efforts to discourage him. Not a big deal...until Fr. Sutton met them at the entrance to the church to ask "Is that your dog in the church?" Ooops!

My Sunday dinner performance was a great success (if I do say so myself) and when we finished Maggie and I made the familiar trek to the Lighthouse, this time for the Fairies of Ferryland picnic. Pretty dresses, sparkly tattoos, nail polish, fairy cakes, and lemonade tea. Another lovely afternoon.

And on the walk back, a beautiful view of Isle Aux Bois, and Peter Hynes' sheep (who Maggie visited when they were still in the barn this past February).

Saturday, June 23rd, 2007 - Look at my breasts!

2007-06-25T14:46:00.000-02:30

Today started off quiet enough, but how things can change! By 6pm, as the saying goes, everything was goin' ahead screechin'! Mom and Dad were invited to a dinner party at The Lighthouse (theme - "The Sea Defines Us" with Newfoundland author Maura Hanrahan); Granda Tom was milking Beauty; Grandma was cooking turkeys for a seniors' dinner at Calvert Hall. She was awful proud of her turkey slicing, anxious to show them off..."Look at my breasts!" she exclaimed.

And Jacob was sitting in a bucket.

Earlier in the day, Maggie and Grandma had played "Beauty Parlour". The supplies had not been safely stowed after they had beautified one another, so who could blame Maggie for doing her own lipstick touch-up after supper?

Friday, June 22nd, 2007 - Definitely mouldy

2007-06-22T20:48:00.000-02:30

Rain, drizzle, and fog. Enough said.

But we poked our noses out the door long enough to go to the playground. A fabulous playground. Why is it so fabulous, you ask? Easy - a five foot high, chain link fence surrounding the whole area, with a gate that locks. Mom and Dad could be outdoors with kids, and relax at the same time.

Thursday, June 21st, 2007 - I'm an ogre!

2007-06-22T15:02:00.000-02:30

Day Four of rain, drizzle and fog. It happens so much here that the radio forecasters just shorten it to "RDF". [sigh] So we packed up the van and went off to Town for a movie. Maggie picked the show - Shrek The Third. The boys were, as usual, mesmerized by the big screen.

There was a snazzy Simpson's promotion outside the theatre. We're always looking for a photo op!

Returning to the van, Jacob had wet through for the 723rd time, so we had to do an emergency change. My frustration level was rising, but not so my little Jacob.

Wednesday, June 20th, 2007 - My name is Baby Bear

2007-06-22T14:50:00.000-02:30

Trip to the doctor was the big excitement today. Turns out Jacob's ears are both infected. Well, that explains all the crying! If only we could figure out Josh's problem...good luck!

The one thing that does seem to keep Josh from crying is a little "Baby Bear" talking teddy. The perfect toy - it makes noise, but it's soft so it won't hurt anyone when he throws it!

Maggie and Dad made another trip to the Lighthouse - cake and lemonade were on the menu.

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007 - Beauty school dropout

2007-06-22T14:48:00.000-02:30

Maggie and I got haircuts today. The last of that red dye, finally! Let's have a celebration! For me, blonde highlights...yikes!

Monday, June 18, 2007 - My daughter, the milk maid

2007-06-22T14:42:00.001-02:30

Today Maggie and Grandma went to visit Beauty, the cow, as well as the chickens. Maggie was nervous to get too close to the cow (no milking for her - leave that to Granda Tom) but was happy to feed the hens and collect the eggs. When they got home she got into her favourite dress-up dress (actually one that Grandma made for me when I was flower girl at my next-door neighbour's wedding), wrapped a scarf around her head, and plunged her eager hands into the work of making butter.

Grandma has given away 31 prints of butter so far, plus all the ones they've eaten here (and Silas has taken it upon himself to increase Calvert butter consumption significantly!) and then there are dozens sitting in our freezer. Amazing! We'll all get our cholesterol checked as soon as we get home...

Sunday, June 17th, 2007 - Aaarrgh, me mateys!

2007-06-22T14:35:00.000-02:30

Today was the Pirate's Picnic at The Ferryland Lighthouse, hosted by our friends at Lighthouse Picnics. On the walk out, we practiced our pirate faces, pirate snarls, and demands to "Walk the plank!". Something about testosterone - Dad outperformed Maggie and I in all these impressions.

The picnic was fun - we nearly blew off Ferryland Head into the Atlantic, but hey, we got chocolate doubloons and watermelon salad!

Friday, June 15th, 2007 - Happiness is L'Arche in the rearview mirror...

2007-06-22T14:24:00.000-02:30

Friday dawned sunny and warm and we spent the morning preparing for our big trip. Things went fairly well...Lily did escape, leading to Silas' scouring the village of Orangedale shaking a bag of Meow Mix. And we did drive off with a dirty diaper on top of our van, which Mark discovered when we got to the Esso (long story - don't ask).

We were so touched by all the people who called and visited to wish us a good vacation. Nice to know we have people who care about us, and not just for our extensive DVD collection!

So we made it to the ferry on time, with smiles on our faces and a cat in our van.

As for the ferry trip over, well, as Len Thomas once said "It's never the cruise they promise." But on this trip, none of that was our fault! The kids were angels, we slept soundly, but Marine Atlantic is showing the effects of its monopoly status. You'd think on the FIRST TRIP OF THE SEASON they might, oh, have the TVs working? Or the vending machines filled? Just a thought.

So we drove into Calvert and sunny skies in time for pancakes and bacon with Grandma, Granda Tom, and Nan. Let the good times roll!

Monday, Sept. 25th - The last post and chorus

2006-09-25T10:45:00.000-02:30

All good things must come to an end. Today we go back to Cape Breton, and although nobody likes the end of vacation, we are all excited to get home to Dad and our own beds. Everyone spent their fading hours differently. Maggie squeezed in some last minute TV...

The boys and Granda played with the Old MacDonald toy...

And Nan had her drop while lamenting our departure. "It's grand when ye're comin'..."

But we leave for home rested, relaxed, and having had a rollicking good time in Calvert. Thanks to Grandma, Granda, and Nan for their welcome, and we can't wait to come back. Till then, remember us this way:

Sunday, Sept. 21st - The Peacemaker

2006-09-24T21:56:00.000-02:30

Ahhh, Sunday. The usual highlights of the day (turkey, beef, gravy, blueberry duff, wings and chips) and my clothes are showing the effects. I am approaching the point where sitting down requires an unbuttoning of the jeans.

The kids were busy today. We all went to Mass, thanks to Natalie who came to help manage the boys. Of course, today would be the day where they bordered on unmanageable! Granda left church after communion - he couldn't handle the stress. Marjie and Doris joined us for dinner, and the boys put on a great show, singing song after song. They did the same at the end of the day for Jean, Katie, Natalie, Shelley, Pat, and Stephen. It's so sweet when they are happy!

Sometimes even when they are happy, others are not...today we were out in the kitchen and Grandma heard a suspicious noise coming from the living room (where the boys were - we thought - safely ensconced). She rushed to investigate and found Jacob standing up on the piano keys, having thrown a glass teapot and its contents (potting soil and a hardy Impatiens) to the floor, where it crashed into a jillion pieces. He was not upset - until time out!

Maggie was concerned with everyone else's happiness, in particlar Grandma and Granda's. Granda arrived in the kitchen at breakfast inquiring after his favourite weekly publication, The Independent. Dalton's was apparently all sold out, he lamented. "Too bad," agreed Grandma. "It was there last night when I was there!" Things unfolded in a predictable way, with the two of them affectionately and spiritedly discussing how they had ended up on Sunday morning without the beloved paper, and who might be responsible for said lack of quality reading material. The discussion was suddenly interupted by Maggie's firm command, "Stop arguing!" A good chuckle was had by all.

A few other cute moments from today...

Saturday, Sept. 23rd - Just a little off the top

2006-09-23T20:17:00.000-02:30

The day dawned sunny and cold, and we hit the ground crying! Maggie had a hard time this morning, always on the verge of tears. For the boys, as per usual, mealtimes were the rough spot. Sometimes, of course, they enjoy their meals...

...but usually, not so much.

Nan was reaching her limit, and informed them at lunchtime "now b'yes, ye're soon gonna have to learn to do what you're told!" Ah, Nan, we can only hope.

The boys and I visited Shelley and Stephen after breakfast (sans camera - D'oh!) and they all got along so well. Josh was fascinated by baby Stephen and hugged and kissed him quite gently. When we got home I took Maggie up The Hill to First Impressions to get a trim. She did very well, although she was disappointed that she couldn't get her hair coloured. ("But I really LOVE red hair, Mom!")

Over lunch we chatted about how people start off as babies, then big girls and boys, then teenagers, grown-ups and finally old men and women. Maggie readily named off plenty of old women. "Well, Nan, Turnbull, Mary Bomber, Janet..." "Do you know any old men?" I asked. "Of course - Grandpa!" Teehee!

At the end of the day we went to Baltimore to the playground and had a ball. The boys chased each other around the basketball court for ages, and roared laughing all the while. Then I put Jacob on the slide and he was just delighted. I wore out my arms lifting him to the top over and over and over...and over! Josh was terrified to go on the slide himself, as I expected, but loved to watch his brother come down. Maggie bravely climbed on the monkey bars, went down the slide, played with her brothers, and even peed in the woods (with coaxing). So everyone was happy. [Sigh]. Thank God.

Friday, Sept. 22nd - Aaarrrrgh me mateys!

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Today was a sunny, gorgeous day and we started the day off with a walk over the beach to see Shelley and Stephen. Stephen was asleep so we walked up to the end of the lane to see the cows, and threw some sticks into the Gut Pond for Riley and his friend to fetch. Riley was a little too fond of his friend, leading to some expressions of physical affection that might have been better kept to the bedroom. Maggie found it all very sweet. "Look Mom, Riley is hugging him again. They must really love each other!"

In the afternoon while the boys were napping Maggie and I went back to the Lighthouse so Maggie and Cabhan (Sonya's little boy) could have a play date. It was princess meets pirate - talk about your clearly defined gender roles! Anyway, to my delight, pirate won out and Maggie had a whole afternoon of swordfights and bad guys and good rough play. Probably just as well - more socially acceptable for a girl to wear an eye patch than for a boy to don a frilly pink dress and a tiara (especially in Ferryland!).

Maggie has also been exploring her bug-loving side. From the ant farm at home to the snail she found on our walk over the bay ("Please, mom, can we keep it for a pet? Please?") to the slug she discovered on Grandma's step, I think in some cases, the apple does fall far from the tree.

On the spur of the moment, at the end of the day I decided to head off to town with Jill for groceries, shopping, and movie. Yes, I do have friends!

Thursday, Sept. 21st - I smell poop!

2006-09-21T21:36:00.000-02:30

A full day today - Mom, Grandma, and the kids went to town. Our first stop was Presentation Convent to see Sr. Patrice and the nuns. The kids were very happy, and I was so impressed. Sr. Patrice, on the other hand, was a little less so! The boys, even (or especially!) when they are happy are so LOUD and rowdy. And the long hallways and huge expansive rooms are the perfect place to bring out their extreme delight. They ran and yelled and laughed hysterically for the whole hour we were there. Mom and I were kept on our toes, and I dare say there were pacemakers doing double duty at the convent today.

Then we headed off for the Aquarena for our traditional swimming outing. The big story there was how brave Maggie has gotten in the water. She always says she loves to go swimming, but usually spends her time on the side of the pool. Today she walked and bounced in the water on her own, swam with Grandma...I thought she would go down the waterslide, but I think I was dreaming a little too big with that one.

While the boys napped at Waterford Bridge, Maggie and I went to get a bite to eat. "What do you want, Maggie? MacDonald's? Chicken? Burger?" "I think I would like fruit," she relied. Hmmm, so off we went to the grocery store where she picked out four big plums and ate them all. For dessert? A box of Rice Krispie Squares with multicoloured chocolate chips. Yummy. Then we stopped to buy local vegetables at Lesters and discovered that they have a petting farm. Maggie knew there were animals somewhere - she could tell by the smell! We saw a donkey, pigs, rabbits, turkeys, hens, roosters, sheep, and an emu, but the biggest thrill was the goats. They were in a pen with a very tall tower that they could climb. You could put food in a bucket, and send it via pulleys up to the top of the tower and the goats would climb to get it. Maggie generously shared her plum with the goats.

We rounded out the day with Chinese from the Magic Wok with Adam and Kristine, and a visit from cousin John. What a day!

Wednesday, Sept. 20th - Lighthouse Picnics

2006-09-20T20:08:00.000-02:30

Today was a full day. It started off rainy and queer - we thought we'd be housebound, nothing but g*d d*mn Dora and Treehouse to keep us company. Grandma and Maggie spent the morning working on Maggie's new dress, a pink gimp (jumper). Maggie cut up the scraps of material into adornments for her cow.

Then by lunchtime it had cleared and was warm and sunny, so Maggie and I put the boys to bed and headed off to the Ferryland lighthouse for picnic. What a treat! It was a quite day there, almost no customers, so we had Sonya and Jill's undivided attention, and an extra large helping of delicious food (fresh pasta with shaved parmesan, pine nuts, and sugar snap peas, thick sliced oatmeal bread with butter, strong coffee, fresh lemonade, and cream cheese muffins with butter icing). Of course, they woudln't let us pay for our meal. It's a wonder how those two stay in business! Maggie and I took some pictures on the way out, but of course the camera went kaput when we arrived at the lighthouse!

After a supper of fried sculps and tongues, we horsed around the living room and had a ball. Maggie declared Granda "too scratchy to hug" but she had a blast jumping off the coffee table squarely onto his midsection. Then Grandma and the kids and I went to visit Uncle Tom (of the 17 children) who spent the weekend in hospital after a mild stroke. He looked great, although I wouldn't be surprised if the sheer noise and rambunctiousness of our boys during the visit brought on another cranial incident for the poor man!

Tuesday, Sept. 19th - The politics of childhood

2006-09-19T20:03:00.000-02:30

A quiet day today, albeit with a few lapses for loud and vigourous crying. We had ribs for supper, and Maggie absolutely loved gnawing on the bones. No vegetarian tendencies there. After supper we went for a walk over the beach and visited the cows. Maggie stayed in Dora mode the entire time. I am sure everyone in the harbour heard "Swiper, no swiping!" And the boys were the happiest they were all day on that walk. In particular, they loved when I had to push them up Jimmy's Hill. They both bounced enthusiastically all the way up, making the trek that much more challenging for Mom. I am sure I earned a few extra Weight Watchers points on that hike!

Monday, Sept. 18th - Mom's Day Away

2006-09-19T14:21:00.000-02:30

Well, no cute pics of the kids to post today. I ditched the brood at 9:00am for the big city, and didn't return until after 10:00pm. I am such a wild and crazy Mom! Nobody wants to read about my day, I'm sure. Shop till you drop - it's a wonder my Mastercard didn't catch fire from all the swiping!