I'm Doow

30 March 2016

He can count to fifteen, no sweat. He tells everyone, "I'm five!" He asks for "Free (3) mitamins (vitamins)" everyday. But truthfully has no clue what any of these numbers really mean. When I give him his one vitamin, he runs off happily. But John Paul has indeed turned 2. And we're slowly switching him over to saying, "I'm doow!"

 

If ever a kid had a roller-coaster emotional personality, that kid is John Paul. His highs are so high and his lows are very low. And regularly there are milliseconds between those highs and lows. (Maybe, hopefully this is just a symptom of being two).

Mostly, John Paul's personality centres around his chatterbox. We're told he surpasses his age in his ability to talk, but truthfully who knows. But he does talk. A lot. All the time.

In addition to repeating everything Joseph says, just in case we didn't hear it the first time, John Paul loves to repeat anything remotely funny (or not) ad nauseam. Stuff like "ketchup fart" become the most hilarious things. Oft repeated phrases include, "Want _____ (cereal/milt, watch Thomas, etc.) NOW." Anything worth saying is worth saying emphatically. And he issues demands like a dictator.

John Paul's vocabulary has as sweeter side too, of course. "I'm like you!" he repeats often, cuddling up to me. He also really likes M&M's and juice, though, so I'm not quite sure where I stand on the totem pole.

He has recently mastered his own name. For a long time, he called himself "Paul," but in the last week or so he's come out with "Jun Paul" and is incredibly proud of himself. And since he knows who he's named for, he often tells us he's "Pope Jun Paul!"



Our kids are currently on a huge Thomas the Tank Engine and Veggie Tales kick. It's perfectly normal to hear Joseph ask John Paul, "Do you want to sing a whole Veggie Tales CD?" And they do. Or for John Paul to request us to join in with his singing of "Bump, bump, bump, bump" otherwise known as the tuba prelude to the Veggie Tales theme song ("If you like to talk to Tomatoes..."). Another favourite is Barbara Manatee, when John Paul likes to repeat Bob's line, "What doing Laylee?"

During Holy Week we watched part of the Ten Commandments with the kids. Ever since, there's been an ensuing argument between Joseph and John Paul over who is stronger, Moses or Joshua. Emphatic as ever, John Paul insists "Moses strong Joshua."



Just recently, John Paul has begun to play and entertain himself. It's both a blessing and curse. As long as he's left uninterrupted he will play happily, lining up Magna Tiles, or driving his favourite little concrete mixer and other machines. All HE-double-hockey-sticks ensues, however, when Joseph breaks in to show him how something's "supposed" to be done.

We bought John Paul some toy food for his birthday. One of his favourite past-times is pulling out utensils and pots/lids/containers from the kitchen and cooking up food. Not only do we now have the advantage of someone to bring us food whenever we're hungry, but we can just eat it right off the living-room floor where it has taken up permanent residence. That is to say, he loves it!



On one hand, John Paul has been an incredibly difficult child most (all) of his short life. We've often joked that perhaps we should have given him a patron saint with a little less temper and clout in Heaven; maybe then he wouldn't be such a determined and obstinate child? But with great sacrifice (on our part) comes great reward. He is so full of life, laughter, and personality. He keeps us on our toes and laughing openly or trying to stifle laughter at his craziness. Joseph and John Paul, despite the obvious quarrels of normal brotherly love, are the best of friends. 

We all love this little man so, so much! Happy birthday, little "Jun Paul." 


Easter Triduum

27 March 2016

The strife is o're! Indeed. Happy Easter!

We had a very busy Holy Week and Easter weekend. Needless to say, we're all just a little overtired. And some of us are more than a little tired and very cranky. Cough, John Paul, cough. Nothing a really good night's sleep won't help with.

Grandma Bear (aka Mombourquette) flew in for a quick visit last Tuesday before heading to Edmonton to wait for little grandson #3. Our boys loved it. With little gifts popping out of her bags and an ever-ready lap to read a book on, who wouldn't?



Joseph wanted to take Grandma to the rink to show her his skills. Turns out it was out last public skate for the year before they take out the ice to prepare for the rodeo in early April. Joseph has loved our couple little trips to the indoor rink and is excited to go back "after turning 5" for more skating and hockey.



My mom also introduced us to a brilliant alternative to dying and decorating Easter eggs with kids: shrink-wrap plastic that adheres to the eggs when put in boiling water. I can't remember their official name. The ones she brought us from a little Polish store had no English on them, but were beautiful just like the real deal. Is it laziness or pure brilliance to vow never to go any messy route? Grandma will be sending these beauties every year...
  

 

After a beautiful Easter last year in Saskatoon, we've made it our tradition to head for the city every year. We hotel it up with pool and water-slide, break the Lenten fast with delivery pizza courtesy of Grandpa and Grandma Millette, walk to the Vigil at the old cathedral, party afterwards, and wake up early for 9am Latin Mass. Exhausting! But so worth it.

The boys have been waiting for this trip for a long, long time! The pool is a huge excitement. John Paul was especially thrilled with the swimming. He could just barely touch the bottom in the shallow end and fearlessly walked deeper and deeper. He demanded "last one" rides on the slide for a long time and frequent trips to the "hot lawter". Despite two pool visits on Saturday, the first thing out of his mouth when he woke up Sunday morning was wanting to swim again.

We decided to brave the Easter Vigil with the boys this year. 8:30 start, guaranteed 7 readings, likely 3 hrs. They never, ever fall asleep, so we didn't count on that at all. It was a risk indeed. The Vigil itself was absolutely beautiful! The boys, well, it was a little too long and too late, but they loved the big parts: fire, candles, baptisms, organ. They were on frequent little excursions at the back to survive the entire 3 hrs. Then, we finished off Easter morning with another incredibly beautiful Mass.



And we survived. Whether we do both again is a question for another day.

We finished off our trip with a huge brunch at Humpty's. Full bellies, smiling boys. John Paul was sleeping, restaurant candy in hand, before we left the city; Joseph shortly thereafter.

























A blessed Easter to you all! Easter proper lasts a whole week, so you can be sure we'll be celebrating.

Quick Good Friday Update

25 March 2016

Um, happy Good Friday? Not quite. But we survived our less than prayerful Good Friday liturgy, and now are making preparations for Easter in Saskatoon (we need some beauty this Triduum).

We made our traditional Good Friday lego passion scene. There's Mary, the soldier Longinus, and Jesus (see his stripes?). Because of John Paul's obsession with Judas, we added him to the scene this year. He's just hanging out in this picture.


After our liturgy Joseph and I placed Jesus in the tomb. However, several times I have come back only to find Jesus back on the cross! How is this so?! Well I just discovered that John Paul has been taking Jesus out of the tomb and putting him back on the cross. He's insistent that Jesus belongs on the cross. 

See you on the other side of the Triduum.

Epic Baby Announcement (not ours!)

22 March 2016

Here's a video with a guy I used to go to OLSWA with. It's been over ten years since we were at school together. Now we're all busy doing awesome things, and having babies (though that's awesome too, I suppose). Here's Jacob Schmiedicke's epic baby announcement video. You won't be disappointed.


St. Joseph's Day, LOL

19 March 2016

It's St. Joseph's Feast Day. Let's take a break from lent and all our fasting, hairshirts, and self-whippings to have a laugh or two. Here are some random things I've come across recently...

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Awww. Such a man crush going on.

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From a biography on St. Andre Bessette:

Pilgrim at a busy St. Joseph's Oratory: "Boy, St. Joseph must be busy these days!"
St. Andre: "Yes, he doesn't even have time to shave!"


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John Paul (who is learning to talk) was running around the house, holding his Spot book, and yelling that he wanted to "read Spot": "WEEEED!    POT!...     WEED!    POT!...     WEED!     POT!!..  
NOW!!!"

I should teach him how to say: "Duuude."
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As for how he says other words, his "yes" is something to behold. Drop the "y" sound, Make the "e" sound more like an "a". We asked him if he had a big bum. He responded with an emphatic: "A$$!"

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John Paul often thinks he has a beard. If you ask him to show you his beard, this is the face he makes:

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Continuing with John Paul, our little guy is obsessed with Judas. Yes that's right, Judas. We have some tub toys of Jesus with the 12 apostles (and a boat). John Paul makes a high pitched evil sounding: "Eaaaaihhh!!!" when he picks up Judas. Now don't worry, John Paul knows that Jesus is good, and Judas is bad. Judas is "the bad one." He sells Jesus for "the money."

The other day John Paul wasn't listening to Becca. He refused to obey her, and was crying and being angry. He doesn't like not getting his way. In a fit of tearful spite he proclaimed to Becca: "I'm Judas!"

Whoa.

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From our local town coffee shop paper, The Buzz:

"During a recent password audit, it was found that a blonde was using the following password: MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofy
When asked why such a big password, she said that it had to be at least 8 characters long.

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Joseph has been very excited for St. Joseph's Day. He says: "St. Joseph SMASHES lent! Yeah. He smashes lent on his day and we can eat dessert."

Here Joseph is giving us a goofy face:

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Our boys love to fight. It starts with John Paul who spend 10-30 seconds trying to tuck a little blanket under his neck (I have no idea why).



As soon as he does he races after Joseph and tries to tackle him. Joseph's job is to try and withstand the furious assault. As soon as one, or both, come crashing to the ground then John Paul picks up his blanket, tries to arrange it under his neck (?), and then the fight starts again. It goes on until one, or both, get hurt. So much fun.

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 I can't wait to try this. We could make a Becca character.
























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I'll stop now. I have to go enjoy myself today before I'm back to the ole hairshirt for Holy Week. Happy St. Joseph's Day.

Snippets: This and That

18 March 2016

1. In sickness... yes, we had quite the ordeal. This flu bug has been the worst sickness in my memory and probably the closest thing to labour pain I've experienced besides, of course, labour. We're all better now and just suffering the effects of tired-out bodies and, in my case, a broken blood vessel in my eye from being sick to my stomach. Yikes, what a week!

2. My friend, Phoebe, from Ontario has been stationed in Regina for two weeks for work and came to visit last weekend. Yes, the weekend we got terribly sick! We had a wonderful visit on Saturday, catching up on two years worth of chatting. Sunday morning when Dan and I were flat-out feeling terrible, she so kindly took our boys outside to play and gave them meatball sandwiches before leaving earlier than planned to avoid our plague. Those poor little boys would have gone even more neglected had it not been for her! Phoebe has always gone the extra mile in all the years I've known her: driving long distances and arranging her schedules to fit with mine for visits! Unfortunately, we didn't even take a picture of this latest monumental trip of hers to Tisdale.

3. With our crazy spring-ish weather of late, the outdoor rink in Nipawin didn't survive, so we brought Joseph's skates home last time we were there. The boys and I went to a free public skating hour at our indoor rink here last week. Joseph has been doing so well on skates this year! But I was afraid he'd begun to rely too much on his hockey stick for balance and speed. Boy, did he prove me wrong! He's got speed and pretty good balance (although he needs a little more practice bending his knees). The couple retirees on the ice with us complimented him and were watching him the entire time with smiles on their faces! John Paul enjoyed the ice too, but was happier crawling around on the bleachers and running up and down the ramps. Hopefully, we can do it again until the rink closes!

 


4. We're nearing the end of Lent and so looking forward to Easter! We're going to be spending our Easter weekend in Saskatoon again, attending the Vigil at the old cathedral and Easter Sunday Mass at our favourite little Latin Mass parish. The boys are very excited: Easter eggs, cousins, hotel with a pool! Joseph has been recalling how last year Dan left our hotel to grab us some Tim Horton's muffins for a quick breakfast before Mass. "What do you want to have this time? Burgers and fries?!" Uh... maybe muffins again.

5. We finally finished our Stations of the Cross colouring today. Joseph took on colouring all 14 pictures by himself initially, trying to speedily finish them for our wall. The result was a little too hasty and unfinished, so we joined forces today to fix them up a bit. He's so happy and proud when he finally gets them all up on the wall!



6. Joseph is also keeping a Lenten Pathway everyday as he counts down to Easter. He has difficulty grasping the concept of time generally (hours, minutes, days, etc), but it has been really helpful for him having the visual to colour every day. All the Fridays are "fish days" and he's quick to remind me to take fish out of the freezer for supper (or sadly upset at me when I tell him we're just having a meatless, vegetarian dish). Even with the countdown calendar, though, his counting gets a little confused at 15 and after 20 it goes a little more wonky. Today, he told me there were 50 days in Lent! No!!! But he sure got it right when he counted how many were left :)

7. Baby, baby... Baby Millette is growing and well. Being sick while pregnant wasn't much fun, especially when I can usually count on zero morning sickness vomit throughout the 9 months. Baby really didn't like any part of it whatsoever either. Protest kicking was very regular! I hit 27 weeks this week, but don't have a picture to share. Instead I have these two selfies that have been waiting for a blog post for a while now.






























And if you're concerned that John Paul has made such a brief, quiet appearance in this blog... have no fear! He's as loud and crazy as ever. But with his birthday coming up next weekend, we'll have to devout an entire post to covering his current doings.

In Sickness and in Health

15 March 2016

A new morning awakens, full of newness and life. Spring is arriving soon. Signs of life are everywhere. Brother bird sings to the glory of God. Sister tree reaches for the warm sunlight, preparing for a new cycle of life-giving beauty. A canticle of praise arises in the hearts of creation.

Never mind. This is North East Saskatchewan. It snowed roughly half a foot last night. More snow is expected as the week goes on. And somehow it suits things. Easter is not here yet. It's more properly the time of Passiontide. And we're sick. Sick, sick, SICK.

Not to dedicate an entire blogpost to complaining about being sick. Let's make it a little more Catholic (Catholics never complain, right?). Theologically Catholic, anyway. I still remember saying to Becca one cloudy Saturday afternoon: "I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health..." Awww. One thing that always amazed us about marriage was that, no matter what, we never got sick at the same time. There was always one of us to care for the other. Even if it meant we knew that we'd get sick by caring for the other, there was always one of us available to care. Then children came. Our bond of always having a person to care for another was strengthened. Surely, at the very least, God recognized that children need at least one functioning parent to watch out for them. One parent able to move from the couch to get them a drink of water, or a morsel of bread...

Yes, "recognized" was past tense. Becca and I got hit hard by the flu. We're still being hit hard. Joseph got hit too, but he rebounded quickly. John Paul, well, in a way it may have been easier if he had the flu, or at least a light dose of it, but he didn't. Not that I'd wish it upon him. I'll explain later.

Saturday night Becca and I both started feeling sick. We were incapacitated to help each other, or ourselves. I tried to get up and get a drink of water. I woke up on the floor next to our water jugs, with a bruised wrist and a bump on my head. Becca says she heard a thump, but was unable to go see what it was. Our Sunday continued along the same lines. We debated calling for help. However, the thought of getting someone else sick when we were sure we could handle things ourselves did not sit right with us. We thought it would get better. Just weather the storm a bit. Don't drag others into our mess. Probably based on pride. Or fear. Prideful fear? So we toughed it out.

It's one thing to be sick and have someone serve you. It's another thing to be sick and have to serve yourself. But to be sick and have to serve kids... the poor boys. They were real champs about it. Never mind they had to wait until 2pm to get some lunch (I somehow drove to the store and bought a roasted chicken and some buns). They were able to ransack the house at their own leisure. Suddenly lego appeared. And magnatiles. And forbidden car sets. Forbidden train sets. To stop the madness I threw on Veggie Tales: Celery Night Fever. The best Veggie Tales I've ever seen. It's all about forgiveness, but with some groovy tunes and purple afros. And putting the band back together.
















I can safely say I've experienced the pain of childbirth. Actually, I think childbirth has nothing on the stomach and back cramping that occurred with this flu. In the midst of it I was glad I had gone to confession and Mass Saturday night. My end seemed at hand. I murmured some words to Becca how I was better prepared to take leave of this earth because I had gone to confession more recently. Hey, didn't St. Paul say to boast in our infirmities? She didn't reply. I think her pain reminded her of what's to come in June. Joseph threw up Sunday night. He was a champ about it though. He hit the bucket, which saved us a world of hurt. He then slept it off and was more or less good to go Monday.

Sub plans were made for Monday. And then, at 1:30am last night they were made again for today. The drawback of teaching is making sub plans when you're sick. July and August. That's what I need to focus on in moments like that. July and August.

As said earlier John Paul escaped (thus far) unharmed. He tried his best to get it though. At one point he crawled into bed next to Becca and started licking her. "Lick you!" he exclaimed. He always managed to push a chair to reach one of our drinks, even though his water bottle was right beside him. Yet he escaped. To top it off, he only had one poop during this ordeal. Usually he'll have three or four a day. What a good boy. Though one thing stands out. John Paul is loud. REALLY LOUD! His voice echoes across the house. And it never ceases. Try resting a head with him yelling: "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!! Boats... float... NOW!" What to do? Put on Celery Night Fever again. That's what.





































He's yelling as I type. I don't feel nearly as sick. Just very very sore. And bored. I nearly read all of The Great Gatsby last night. I would've even gone to work today, but then I would've gotten everyone else sick. Plus Becca is not yet able to look after things. She was hit extra hard. Being pregnant and sick must be tough. You can't take anything. When she stopped eating the baby started kicking her, as a way of demanding food... NOW! Another John Paul on the way. Any heat applied to her aching belly ticked off the baby too. Just take the pain and wait. And wait. And wait.

In sickness and in health. Yes, we've looked after each other before. It's difficult. But to have to share looking after each other, and the kids, when we're both sick? Suddenly those vows took on a new meaning. They never tell you this might happen when you are preparing for marriage. Why should they? No one would ever get married if they told you all that might happen. But a vow is a vow. There are no conditions placed on it. "In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health." I hope health comes soon. But my, the grace sure flows during times of sickness. I can feel it. Never pushed beyond our capacity. Always comforted in some special way, if not physically at least spiritually. Even over the headaches and stomach cramping. The grace of the sacrament flows. In a simplicity and fervor. As if to say: "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!!! Help... Them... NOW!!!" And He does.

In sickness and in health.

Separated at Birth?

10 March 2016

Well, John Paul has been a little too bossy lately.



I think a hair cut might be in order for John Paul soon.


Points to Ponder: Updates and Such

8 March 2016

More ramblings. An update. A rant. And a picture of the boys.


1) The Good Ole Hockey Game

Saturday night my dad, brother and I drove to Prince Albert to watch my cousin Cory play. He's an overage forward for the Lethbridge Hurricanes of the WHL. He's actually been doing very well this year. We watched him score his 31st goal of the season. The game was good, though Lethbridge lost 3-2. In fairness to them, they were on the road all week due to their schedule.

Cory going for a skate.


My nephew Andrew was there (as was my niece Marie in the background).


Number 10


2) What are the odds?

A few years ago I went with my dad to Prince Albert to watch Cory play. My dad bought one 50/50 ticket that night and, of course, won it all. This past weekend he won it again there. I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty sure the odds of that are one in a bazillion.



3) Sold Sold Sold!



Your chance of a lifetime is gone. You can't be our new neighbours. Ever. Our neighbours sold their house, after just over a week on the market. It was such a bargain. I mean, you could have purchased it, slapped some paint on the walls in the basement, and then sold it again for an easy $5-10 grand profit (on top of realty fees). Well, if a person had $175,000 of free spending money kicking around. That's always the catch. I'm sure if I had a million bucks I could think of easy ways to make 5-10 grand here and there. But I don't. I just have a wife who looks like a million bucks (that's for you dear... awww).

4) Lent Goes On

Every year lent offers new struggles. These struggles are either personal, or universal. One must always realize that the devil tries extra hard to complicate life (i.e. mess it all up) during the preparation for Easter. I hope we all realize this. Are there some things bugging you? Dragging you down? Not sitting right with you? Be aware that the devil is prowling. Especially if you are trying to be faithful to the spirit of your lenten practices.

Universally there hasn't been too much to speak of, yet. Yes there's the usual messed up world. Nuns murdered. Trump, Clinton, Obama, and Trudeau offering their daily words of un-Christian wisdom. Euthanasia lurking (that is a big deal). Yet there haven't been any DaVinci Codes, or secret Jesus tombs, revealed thus far.

Sadly I can't shake the feeling that something will happen yet. Ok, I'm being too vague. I'm more than a little cautious (read: worried) about Pope Francis' report on the synod which may be released later this month. The speculation being on St. Joseph's feast day (March 19th). I just fear that it will be more of the same. Some awesome things said. Some vague things said. And then the two or three confusing statements that blow up the Catholic world, gets misreported by the media, and tear the Catholic blogosphere apart. I know I shouldn't being thinking something like this will happen. I'm just really sick of those situations, and simply fear, perhaps rightfully, it will happen again. All just before Easter. However, how such a scenario affects me (or us) again can be manipulated by the devil (him again). More fasting and praying are needed.


5) Experience

"The baby's not moving much... I rubbed something on my back. The package didn't say a pregnant lady couldn't. That was yesterday. Now I don't feel the baby much..." Yes, that is Becca. I can't relate. I've never had a baby in my belly. It's the Church's fault you know. Old fashioned institution that won't allow men the equal rights of women, and so I can never become a mother, unless perhaps I leave the Church and start my own. Where was I? Oh yes, our baby. He, or she, kicks and bops a lot. Then he, or she, stops. Becca gives me updates quite frequently. Perhaps with a tinge of worry each time. Thankfully I remember that this was the same with John Paul. Some days he was busy in the belly, some days he wasn't. Parenting, in a sense, is easier with each child. Provided you remember past experiences.

For the record, the baby was bopping, last I heard.

Also for the record, I have no desire to ever be a mother.


6) School

In case you were wondering, things are good at the school. I'm finished floor hockey now. Though I am debating starting a quick league for the grade 3ers. Archery is in full training for the provincial team. At this point practices are very boring. Kids shoot. Us coaches offer tips. The good kids use the tips and improve. The clueless kids don't, and never improve. And the practices drag on. Well I had enough last time. Instead of coaching I went another route. I joined them in the shooting. This perked the boys' attention there. Suddenly the competition was on. They just had to try and beat me. So on we went counting up our scores each shooting frame. There's no better motivation for a boy than a little competition. And who knows? Maybe I'll get better too. There's no better motivation than to avoid losing to students.

Oh yeah, and I teach too. But nobody cares to hear about that.


7) The Boys

These boys are quickly becoming inseparable buddies. They do everything together. For instance, Joseph has a lenten calendar that he colours every day. John Paul wanted one too. So Joseph created one for John Paul, and now they both check off the days. They do workouts together, read books together, do "priest-school" work at the kitchen table... Why, even today, since I got home from work, they've been fighting non-stop. How chummy.

Here they are giving their mommy and daddy a break from dishes one evening:

By break I mean we had to wait 15 minutes for them to "help" before cleaning up their mess and then doing the dishes ourselves. But it's the thought that counts. I'm not going to say no to them.

I'm not their mother, after all.

Winter Blahs

1 March 2016

Winter Blahs?! Actually, not so much. I pride myself in my own semi-motto of expecting winter to be winter and last a long, wintery time-frame and then just going with it (or so I brag on my blog...).

But this one has been quite the up and downer as far as temperature goes. At no other time of year will the temperature change 40 degrees over night: 2 degrees above zero to nearly 40 degrees below zero. Thank you, El Nino! I'm very happy to report that we've managed to keep our snow through it all... this is an important aspect of winter, in my books.

One of the great things about having kids is that they force my otherwise lazy or undetermined self into actually doing things, whether I like it or not. Getting outside every. single. day. is one of those things. And I'm so thankful for it.

We discovered "the holes" and "the slide" in February. At one end of our back alley-way, Joseph was beyond thrilled to find that someone hollowed out a big pile of snow left by the plow into a few fare-sized tunnels.

At first, his little brain raced to discover how this could possibly have been done and if the snow plow did it. He has been desperate to recreate his own little tunnels in our backyard but, danger aside, we haven't had the right type of snow for the job. So we've been making lots of trips over to the holes just to hang out and play.



At the other end of our back alley-way, the snow has been piled 30-40 ft high on the edge of a large parking lot. This is where we discovered the slide, or slides.

There are sometimes when I wish I wasn't pregnant and this was one of those. So. much. fun. But sliding on my back-side down 30 ft of icy snow over bumps would have been more than a little risky. As you can tell from Dan's face, it wasn't exactly a smooth ride.

Joseph and John Paul would stay there all day, every day, if we let them. Joseph loves exploring the heights and finding new ways to slide down.

And in John Paul, I'm happy to report, I've found my future partner for crazy roller-coasters. He screamed with delight every time Dan took him down (except, of course, the time I took a video). Once at the bottom, he'd get up immediately and ask his recovering Dad, "Gain?" I'm pretty sure I heard, "This is the last time" numerous times.



All in all, we've been really enjoying our outdoor play this winter. John Paul has come a long way: from the kid at the beginning of winter who cried every time we tried to dress him up, hated his mittens, and would barely get walking in the snow only to fall face first. He's now a regular little trouper who likes to take the lead in a walk down the street and climb up an over "mountains" or along their peaks, following his big brother's lead. His own little master, he's decided he doesn't like his thumbs in their holes and will do whatever it takes to work alongside Joseph despite his little self-made handicap. He never wants to come inside, but concedes when he can play his game of knocking on the door after I've already come in and asking "Come in?"

Joseph, meanwhile, will stay outside a good 1/2 hr longer than John Paul and I regularly.
-30 degrees doesn't faze him. And he's the best older brother, always helping John Paul pick up his shovel or snowball or whatever his mitted hands can't manage. Between the two of them, they keep our sidewalk and paths cleared of even the slightest whiff of snow and are always ready for another big snowfall.

Saskatchewan bred through and through, these two. They're growing up loving the cold and winter weather and telling anyone in warmer climates they just need to come out and visit! A Saskatchewan winter, against all odds, is a cure for winter blahs!