So relaxed

I put him down for a nap in the swingy chair and came back a few minutes later and his arms were as above. G used to do the same thing. Weird.

Winterlude: better luck next year?

Erin and her boyfriend Sean had the awesome idea of getting us out to Winterlude at Jacques Cartier Park for some sliding on the ice slides, which I had never even heard of and was dubious about from the get-go. As it turns out, the slides were a blast, or at least that was my personal opinion.



Gabrielle, on the other hand, wasn't a fan. We all linked arms and went down together the first time, sliding with our butts on the ice. G only agreed to go because she had no idea what she was in for. She was crying like crazy at the end, which was a mere 5 seconds after we left from the top. Personally, I thought it was a blast and would have stayed all day, were it not for my grumpy 2 year old. Did I mention all the other kids around us thought it was lots of fun?



When I finally got her to stop crying, she looked like this. Not a sight a mother wants to see.



We managed to moderately cheer her up by feeding her hot chocolate, but I never got a big smile out of her for the rest of the day. We went on another ice slide which I can say she hated twice as much as the first one. After that, it was a beeline to the car. So far Winterlude has been a bust with G but I give it two thumbs up.

A conversation between Peres men

Burrito boy

This is the only way we can get him to sleep on his own. It may look cruel but he loves a good swaddle.

Trip to Halifax

Just to ensure equal treatment, Isaac got to take his first flight on the same route G enjoyed two years ago, i.e. Porter flight to Halifax. It was just he and I on the trip and Mark and G stayed home for a daddy-daughter weekend. Although it was meant to be a social visit, it turned out to be incredibly lucky that we chose that particular weekend - more on this later....



Isaac loved this big black beanbag chair that was strategically placed right in front of the TV.



This particular nap was on Friday afternoon, the day after we arrived. He and I were just relaxing downstairs and I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. Being alone in the house, I didn't know what to do with Isaac - I just knew I had to get to a toilet fast. I threw him onto the beanbag and ran to the toilet for the first of several episodes of vomitting that would continue for the next 8 hours. When I came back into the room, he was asleep. Thank goodness, because I could barely stand up, nevermind take care of a baby.



Speaking of not being able to take care of my baby, I really wasn't. I basically spent the next 24 hours in bed and Amos, Carolyn and the kids took over all my parenting responsibilities, other than feeding. Here is Isaac being lovingly bathed in the kitchen sink by Carolyn after a poo-nami. (copyright Angie K.)



And here's Ben keeping young Isaac company.



Dr. Amos was on hand to administer chicken soup and whatnot.



And finally, young Amelia serenaded Isaac every chance she got. How cool is it to have your very own minstrel?

Just please don't crush him...