The re-opening of the window.

Hey folks,


Today is the 13th of November and just about a year from the last entry that we had made in our blog.  Much apologies for the delay, but life sometimes gets in the way of the things you would like to do, by making you do the things you have to.  The past year has seen a number of changes for us, from our roof blowing off to the birth of our second child Gabriel (not on the same day thankfully), and just living the events was trying and satisfying enough, never mind writing about it. But as the year comes to an end we've had several visit from family and it's high time we got this window to our lives back open for you folks to stick your heads in and see what's up.

So this happened. September 23, 2014.

Not to pleased with sharing the boob.

Over the jealousy of the breast feeding, AMF offers naked story time to smooth things over.

Not impressed with naked story time.

AMF also turned two this year. Paschal and Mary, who have been very supportive, made yet another trip from Saint John to celebrate. And there were hats.

And cake.

Everyone had to wear the hats.

Then Dad and Jill made the trip from T.O. to see the newest addition.

Between organizing our house and cleaning they fought over baby time. Gabe loved it.

Then came Joel , Nat and Mom.  And the twins. THE TWINS.  This is the first night, 

Nat and the boys. 

Mini me Joel.

We went to the park. AMF chose her outfit for the day, which in the long worked out because she kept making a for it.

Mom (who hid from just about every photo), Chelle, Abby and Gabe.

Mason likes to do things his own way, perhaps better?

Joel says no.  AMF's in full support of Joel's assessment.

I like this photo.

On Remembrance Day we met some old friends and had lunch. Ryan got a little bored.

AMF and Amy watching the news.

AMF cringing at how much her Uncle ate.

And the obligatory family photo.

We are having snow much fun!

by Rochelle Fletcher

Winter is here and we have snow in abundance! Yesterday, we brought the snow in for Amelia to color with old markers. Today we went outside and watched Adam build a wicked snowman. Snow much fun!

pure glee!

I won't point any fingers but "someone" had a shockingly yellow tongue after this activity.

A two handed masterpiece. Note: Abby waiting for a "treat" to fall.

Our snowman. The best dressed of our family today!

 

Soup Day



(The above picture might be my favourite ever photo of AMF)

 

 

As predicted by the weather network the late fall snow storm hit the east coast this morning.  It seemed like a perfect opportunity to do absolutely nothing and just watch it snow.  Maybe eat some soup.  This mood (mostly in effect from the remnants of last nights staff Christmas party) was determined to be broken by Rochelle.  Now I love my wife and the her enthusiasm for bringing new experiences to AMF's life, but at the risk of sounding like a jerk, she works in an office.  Which means she's not exposed to the daily weather other than to travel from the house to her car and then to the air conditioned office.  To Rochelle, going out in a snow storm is an adventure.  To me, it's a pain in the ass.  I frowned at the thought of going outside, but because I love my wife, we bundled AMF up and took her out into her first grand snow fall. 

 

This post is pictorial expose of Rochelle attempting to instill the same sense of adventure in AMF.

 

 

 

Prepped, bundled and some what dubious of what lies ahead.

"OK. At first blush not so bad.  A bit weird... all this white stuff around and I wish I had some thumbs."

"Feet won't move.  This white stuff is difficult to navigate."

"OK...hmm... so I can't move. Now what?  Mom and Abby...not helping."

"Dad...nope he's point that thing at me again...useless"

Rochelle moved over to sit closer. That seem to improve the mood....

....momentarily...

full on meltdown....and to add gas to the fire Mom is laughing....

still laughing. "For the love of God, where are my thumbs?"

Dad seems to know how I feel. I will attempt to communicate my distain of this situation with him. 

He tries to distract me with something shiny and puts on a brave face....

but we both know misery.

Then we went inside and had soup.