Monthly Archives: August 2011

A Whole New Level ~372 days old

Our poor child. We’ve taken the baby in a box thing to a whole new level… We started painting Gracen’s room today, and since her crib doesn’t fit through the door (there’s only so many times you can take apart and rebuild those things), we took her mattress and put it in a box in our room. Our goal is to have the ceiling and walls painted and the room fully aired out so that she can sleep in it on Friday night.

On a side note, I remember when Korbin was a baby and Roz and Gar would come to visit, they would put him to sleep in a suitcase (maybe even a dresser drawer too)… Either way, we’ve got you guys beat, Gar and Rozi. Straight up ghetto in here.

These Please ~371 days old

‘Can I wear these today, Mama? They go with my outfit, don’t they?’

Baby in a Box ~370 days old

Our poor girl. Our house is still in disarray and Grae’s “play area” has become inside the giant box our couch came in. Luckily she’s such a good sport.

Sunday Morning in Stanley Park ~369 days old

Today Gracen and I met my good friend Brandie and her gorgeous little man, Jackson, for a walk and a picnic afterwards.

Window Watcher ~369 days old

Just checkin’ out the neighbourhood.

IKEA Run ~368 days old

Today we were amidst a GIANT Ikea run when it became very apparent that Gracen needed a break. Thank goodness for these little kiddie stations scattered throughout the store.

Well Loved ~367 days old

Anyone who knows me well knows that I’ve moved waaaaaay too many times to be a packrat. In fact, my motto is ‘The more you chuck, the less you have to pack’. Despite my need to not have a bunch of useless junk to move from one place to another, I do have one plastic bin of special items I kept from my childhood. Today I came across the bin and found this little gem. A naked, plastic baby that was mine when I was little. I remember clearly that she was not my favourite doll growing up. She wasn’t that much fun after all. She didn’t have any clothes, let alone multiple outfits to change her in and out of. And she didn’t have any hair to brush and style either. Just a few hard plastic strands stuck to her head. Nevertheless, I knew that she was special and that I would always keep her. I knew this because she belonged to my mom when she was a little girl. This little dolly has had quite the life. First it was my mom’s, then mine, and now Gracen’s. And who knows… Maybe one day, she’ll be passed down again.

First Ever Ponytails ~367 days old

In recent days, Gracen’s little hairdo has been verging on the point of a mullet. Well, today she was sitting in my lap and I was stroking her hair when it came to me – ‘I could totally make some little ponytails back here!’

Lunch in the Solarium ~366 days old

The only word that comes close to describing the current state of our house right now is disaster. And that might be an understatement. We are still amidst scrubbing the grime out of this place, while trying to paint and unpack at the same time. Currently, there isn’t really a clean place for a baby to sit, let alone play, crawl, or eat. Thank goodness for the sunroom that’s at the back of the house. Today is was the only semi-suitable spot for the wee one to have lunch.

Happy First Birthday, Babydoll! ~365 days old

Even though we celebrated Gracen’s birthday at the beginning of August in the Okanagan (photos coming soon – a huge thanks to my Auntie Viv for those!!!), we had take a break away from the cleaning, painting, and unpacking to do something at least sort of special for the doodlebug’s real birthday. First, we headed to the Vancouver Aquarium with Grandma Charlotte and Auntie Steph.