So of course, I have done what I always promise myself I won't do -- I haven't taken anything off my camera in ages and so now you're about to get hit with a flurry of photos, likely not in any particular order.
Eek. But everyone loves pictures, so I hope you'll forgive. Click on any of them to view them in a larger format.
First up, some oldies:
Anna and I at camp, early days. See -- there was a reason I dyed my hair blonde all those years.
It was a need to get back to my "roots". (groan)
Andrea, a double threat. Captain from an early age and a fashion maven.
Old skool camp styles.
Me, in the largest diaper known to man.
My parents were expecting big things?
My parents were expecting big things?
My real reason for loving this photo -- my grandpa in the back, totally relaxing.
Granparents Rice.
Anna roasting marshmallows with her younger sister an alien-being.
Me, doing what I love: Gorging myself.
(Note: I hope my baby's head is significantly smaller than my melon in this picture)
In the running for the best photo of all time. A. Gail and U. Craig. Classic.
A pic with bad lighting. Cousin Daniel with....
Cousin Simon? Andrea?
My apologies to both of you for not bring overly sure.
And then on to Whistler:
Anna and I decided that January sucks and we should therefore go somewhere fun for a weekend. Whistler it was. Great snow and Erin being there made it a pretty easy choice.
The view from our room. Tried Priceline for days, came up empty handed;
ended up with a sweet deal from the Whistler website.
It's funny. I look like I had few glasses of wine in this picture.
Wishful thinking.
This kid better appreciate the sacrifices I'm already making.
Because Ty is cruel and basically kicks puppies,
we continued on with our dog-sitting, as opposed to dog owning.
This is Max.
He is not as innocent as he looks.
This is what I saw every morning when I opened my eyes.
He is, at this very moment, plotting where to pee next.
On family day weekend we went to Brock and Katie's wedding.
Now, I don't know Katie all that well, but I can say this: what a beautiful, gracious, and well-spoken bride. Love was really all around.
And THEN we headed to Hawaii for some relaxin'. We reunited with old friends the Peaks' and we made new friends: Kyla, Mike and wee Avery.
This is Ben. He is wondering who crashed his Hawaiian vacation and why she is pointing a camera lens at him.
And this is Avery. This is the child that they are referring to when they wrote "The Happiest Baby on the Block". She would look like she was going to start crying and then she'd be all like -- ha ha - gotcha! I'm just going to sit here and giggle.
Hawaii is this beautiful.
Ty spent a great majority of his time in this position.
Perfect child #1.
Perfect Child #2.
I know. It is seriously annoying how perfect Hawaii is.
This was the best "action shot" Ty could give me. On a better note for him, he did beat me at Tennis. Twice.*
*note: I'm pregnant.
Ben, concentrating on solving world hunger. Peaks, a few beers in.
New friends. Amazing peeps. Another reason why all people I like should move to Winnipeg.
We could hang out more.
Just practicing up for St. Patty's day.
So this is the thing about Maui: there are whales EVERYWHERE. You almost become a bit nonchalant about them. It's like deer at the lake but way cooler.
Yes, please.
Deliciousness.
4 months pregnant with Barry.
And yes, it's true. My torso is far longer than my legs.
I hope for more favourable proportions for Barry.