Visitors from PEI

It was March 19th that they rolled in their mini-van. Little blue eyed people warily assessed the large barking dogs and cousins weary with waiting. It didn't take long before they warmed up and settled in. We had them here almost a week and it went by much too fast.

Notably:
Landon, Jonah and Nate had a great time together.
Us old folks aren't so great at staying up late anymore, much to our disappointment.
Mark is funnier than ever.
Leah is perfect. If she really isn't, don't tell me the difference.
Finding little tiny baby socks and onesies in the laundry is soul-food. A burst of babydreneline maybe?
I may have initiated conversations with Nate just to hear him speak in his own adorable diction. (Asking for poxles (popsicles) and saying he doesn't like aunties, just uncles. )
Quinn smiles all the time.
Quinn reminds me of Heidi as a baby.
It was an extra bonus to have Ashley here as well, three of us together in one spot is a feat at this point.

I didn't take many pictures, but here is what I have:

Mark's arrow went through the target..

Can't they stay little forever?

I have mentioned before how Landon's "little-boy-speak" goes uncorrected around here simply because we know how quickly it will naturally correct itself. And we all get a kick out of it. It's the quirkiness of the big, misused words placed in among his 5 year old expressions.

Today, he was "scaring" me with his monster sounds but relented because I was not paying very close attention. He came over and said "Mom I am sorry for scaring you, that was just a reaction of me." And yesterday walking into a store I asked him if he was chilly and he said "a little of bit".

It reminded me of Maura when she was little waking up from her nap and saying "I woke upped".

Part of me wants that to last forever. Selfishly, of course. The kids want to grow up and FAST.

It was so long ago, but I still remember my siblings talking like that. Sometimes those memories flash back to me like I was there in that exact moment again. Leanne, a tiny little curly haired tot, would stop my dad as he was going down the stairs and say "Dit day Daddy" meaning "sit there Daddy" and he would sit on the top step for her to climb onto his shoulders and carry her down the stairs. I also remember coming home from school one day and seeing her with pigtails. Two curly pigtails about an inch long, high up on her head. That was seriously one of the cutest sights I have ever seen.

I might also add that I watched Mark tumble down the full set of stairs a few times. Definately more than once. Mom happened to hear it or see it once and was horrified, and I can imagine very scared that he had damaged something or other. But Barry and I were unfazed, telling her "he always falls down the stairs!"

When I was home for the month before I got married, I was spending the days with Ashley who was 2 years old and who said "Fee-haw" instead of sweetheart. So guess what I called Gordie on our honeymoon and for several years after that. "Fee-haw" Can you imagine anything more romantic? I think he secretly liked it though.

A post with a subliminal message. See if you can guess what it is.

Here is the newest family member- The Polaris Ranger.

...now maybe Mark will come for Christmas.

I was invited to go on a ride this morning by the man in the yellow coat. I should add that the guy in the green jacket did NOT want me to come. Just him and Dad were going. He was glad later that I was there to keep him warm.

We're off!

Our shadows looming large. 

Our house is over there, with the grey roof. 

This is near the end of the runway, northwards.

He gets out to stretch his legs. 

It was fun! Thank you man in the yellow coat!

I know a little boy in PEI who would LOVE to ride this in December, if he were to come. :)