Swinging at Tyson
A new way to laugh
Apparently, babies like that free-fall feeling:
The moment where they have lost control
Are suspended in the air
But then are securely brought back to earth
To arms.
That's why baby tossing is approved.
Scrambling up the Shield
Hot rock, searching for finger and toe holds.
Exhilerating at the top
And then the question:
How do we get down?
This cliff is bigger than it appears.
Pique-nique sur les Plaines d'Abraham
First tastes of terrine, pate and many things good and French.
Bill Murray's nemesis x 2, the groundhog, a curious observer.
Cirque du soleil sous le pont a Quebec
Surreal dream come true
Bouncing baby, booming beats.
Explorer au bord du littoral du fleuve St-Laurent
First ocean swims and dunks.
Daily practice.
Experiences en ravioli aux pates-maison dans le presbytere
A rosee sauce (peux-tu m'envoyer la recette, Annie-Claude?) and pasta
that we'll make thinner and less sticky next time round.
Savourer les vues, le vent et l'amitie sur les Appalaches
And more seafood. Daily seafood.
Cockles and mussels, crabs and fish.
Sandscrubs and castles on Lawrencetown Beach
Blue-lipped baby warmed by towels, hugs
and aunts and grandmas who can't get enough of her.
The kimono, Jess, has been invaluable.
Everyone needs a kimono come summertime.
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