Well, our Great Canadian Adventure has drawn to a close, and Max and I have returned to Davis and to our Ian. We were both very glad to be off the airplane and back on dry land. I actually suspect that the entire planeful of passengers we traveled with was equally glad, since Max produced an awe-inspiringly odiferous poo right as the plane was taking off. There was nowhere to change him until after we landed, so everyone on that airplane shared in the bounty. Stinkiness notwithstanding, Ian was very happy to be reunited with Max, and declared him bigger and better than ever. I think I even saw a tear of joy in Ian's eye, although it may have been the diaper making his eyes water.
Our week was action-packed, and there might be a backload of Canada pictures on the blog for the next little while. Mysteriously absent from every picture except this one, however, is the famous Aly "Bitterness" Fry. She was actually introducing Max to the pleasures of swinging until the cameras came out, but her refusal to be captured on film has become the stuff of legend, and she made a break for it. To be fair, Max had also had a barfing incident earlier in the day, and Aly may have wisely concluded that an already barfy baby in a fast-moving swing deserved a wide circumference of caution.
Jessi, too, headed for higher ground. Poor Max. Just because he puked once or twice, and just because my grandma happened to ask if we were wearing coconut oil (Max puked banana cream pie, and so yes, in a way we were wearing coconut oil), and just because this happened to lead into a long, grotesque discussion of the smell and color of Max puke, even his most devoted fans started cutting him a wide berth.
We went back for him eventually. (Side note: be sure to admire his frontal tuft, standing at attention in the swing's air current!)
Yesterday we had a picnic at Champion Lake. Max was getting a little burnt out at that point, and shrieked (not so much with joy) when placed in the water. There was another baby having a picnic with his or her family nearby. Max eyed the baby a little, but focused mainly on his lunch. Dad and Jessi both arrived at the unbiased opinion that the baby was not as cute as Max. Jessi found him/her too fat (Other Baby, if for some weird reason you are reading this blog, I am really sorry), and Dad felt that it did not have a firm enough grasp on its masculinity/femininity.
After we were done eating, swimming, and mocking innocent babies, we went over to my grandma's house for supper. Here is Max with his mama, his grandpa, and his great-grandma. Oh, we're cute.
Well, our Great Canadian Adventure has drawn to a close, and Max and I have returned to Davis and to our Ian. We were both very glad to be off the airplane and back on dry land. I actually suspect that the entire planeful of passengers we traveled with was equally glad, since Max produced an awe-inspiringly odiferous poo right as the plane was taking off. There was nowhere to change him until after we landed, so everyone on that airplane shared in the bounty. Stinkiness notwithstanding, Ian was very happy to be reunited with Max, and declared him bigger and better than ever. I think I even saw a tear of joy in Ian's eye, although it may have been the diaper making his eyes water.
Our week was action-packed, and there might be a backload of Canada pictures on the blog for the next little while. Mysteriously absent from every picture except this one, however, is the famous Aly "Bitterness" Fry. She was actually introducing Max to the pleasures of swinging until the cameras came out, but her refusal to be captured on film has become the stuff of legend, and she made a break for it. To be fair, Max had also had a barfing incident earlier in the day, and Aly may have wisely concluded that an already barfy baby in a fast-moving swing deserved a wide circumference of caution.
Jessi, too, headed for higher ground. Poor Max. Just because he puked once or twice, and just because my grandma happened to ask if we were wearing coconut oil (Max puked banana cream pie, and so yes, in a way we were wearing coconut oil), and just because this happened to lead into a long, grotesque discussion of the smell and color of Max puke, even his most devoted fans started cutting him a wide berth.
We went back for him eventually. (Side note: be sure to admire his frontal tuft, standing at attention in the swing's air current!)
Yesterday we had a picnic at Champion Lake. Max was getting a little burnt out at that point, and shrieked (not so much with joy) when placed in the water. There was another baby having a picnic with his or her family nearby. Max eyed the baby a little, but focused mainly on his lunch. Dad and Jessi both arrived at the unbiased opinion that the baby was not as cute as Max. Jessi found him/her too fat (Other Baby, if for some weird reason you are reading this blog, I am really sorry), and Dad felt that it did not have a firm enough grasp on its masculinity/femininity.
After we were done eating, swimming, and mocking innocent babies, we went over to my grandma's house for supper. Here is Max with his mama, his grandpa, and his great-grandma. Oh, we're cute.
2 comments:
We are glad you are back for two reasons:
1) It will be good to see you.
2) Maybe we can re-Americanize Max.
Also, I second Ian's statement that Max is bigger and better than ever.
wow the baby trash talking is brutal in Canada!
is Aly the Canadian version of emo?
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