I am really, REALLY behind on blog posts. So much so that I am getting nasty emails from some faithful readers. (as though I have many of them - haha.) Frankly, I have better things to do... like... renovations... being a mommy... soccer... vacations... arg... everything and anything the mommy world includes this summer. And plus, posting pictures takes a while, and I don't seem to have the patience lately, but I promise soon I will sit down with a large glass of wine by the computer one evening, and do them all. I have much to write about and to post... many new developments in our clan this summer.But, I have one easy picture I can put up this morning. Beautiful isn't it? That's our new flooring JM installed over the wknd. That man works fast!! Thanks also to Grandpa Bert and Uncle Mark for helping. Ah yes, but the car in the picture... That's a dinky car. Small... yes, and those cardboard people are thus very small!! Thanks to Marraine Gigi, LP has people for his dinky cars, and not just any people, but his family, including Tache. I actually love my hair in that car, so voluminous.
Anyways, LP asks for crazy things every once in a while, and I don't have much creativity... but other members of the family seem to be able to deliver. So when LP asked for people to put in his car, Marraine Gigi delivered in less then 2 minutes. I hate you Marraine in these situations... you make me seem so incapable.
Here are other things LP has asked for recently:
-"Maman, est-ce que tu pourrais me construire une rivière?" To go fishing of course. And a pond (the bathtub) was not good enough... it ended there.
-"Maman, est-ce que je peut avoir une plage?" (additional information: this was in the middle of winter) Grandma delivered by bringing sand (additinoal information: sand for ice in the driveway) IN THE HOUSE, with seashells and sticks. yup. Aaaaaaaaaaaaanything for LP.
-"Est-ce qu'on peut jouer a Tiger Woods?" In our house this means playing golf. So Grandpa and Grandma BUILT him a 9-hole golf course on their property. No joke. I think I forgot to post pics of that one.
-"Maman, est-ce que je pourrais avoir un bébé giraffe?" ...
Thank goodness his imagination kicked in latety, in really high gear. Because he made himself a river in the house just this morning with this made up name I already forget. (but he was kind enough to make sure the kitchen was rocky so we could have breakfast) He also delivered himself a dragon and dragon babies when he wanted one (one green, one red, and they sleep in the kitchen). And when I told him he couldn't play baseball in the house... he played imagination baseball. (pretty good, hey?) Except I still don't understand why he makes himself miss when he tries to catch his imaginary ball in the air with his imaginary glove... I would be a pro baseball player if I imagined it myself.
