I can see green grass here and there now, and my cycle commuting is back on track after a snow-related interruption earlier this week ( Read more... )

Here are some pictures from March to recently… we made it through the chilly spring, had a baby, discovered Vivien’s career aspirations, and hit the Ormstown Fair.


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Ada is ten days old today. She's 10% heavier than at birth, doing all the infant things, looking around a bunch, and has completely skipped "newborn" as a clothing size. I think I have the transition to parental leave more or less down this time - a few days of leave before the birth were a nice ease-in, and now I'm definitely coffee-powered but ( Read more... )

Baby Ada's birth was the home birth we'd been planning for - kids safely at their grandparents, midwives we knew, intensity and joy and healthy everyone at the end. Elizabeth was very independent for most of labour, as she has been before - I fetched things, let midwives in, helped keep things clean and was just being present up into late pushing ( Read more... )

So, this morning my rear derailleur died semi-dramatically on me (it is now hanging only by its cable), changing "I should get my bike looked at by a pro sometime this summer when I have time" to "I should get it fixed ASAP." On the first day of a transit strike, of all things ( Read more... )

Christmas was good, lots of family and food and time spent running around and getting ready with rottenfruit. Our parents met. I had my first encounter with the nut loaf, which was excellent. We saw frozen rippled sand, like a photograph of water you can walk around (which made up for the lack of snow until yesterday). Gave and got some nice things. Came ( Read more... )

I knew already that this was going to be an insane week, but it got insaner earlier today.

I blame a certain pack of antidemocratic scoundrels, and also Hydro-Québec.

Before it's too late, happy International Dadaism Month.

Next day of the month is on Friday.

zimzim urallala zimzim urallala zimzim zanzibar zimzalla zam.

I'm listening to FRNK and posting by instant message. I'm having a grand old simple-geeky time. If only Frank the Bot could understand tags...