Canadian Boys

As I peak out the window from the room we now refer to as the den, I see two pairs of black boots scurrying back and forth along the snow bank in front of the house. Our large fir tree is still carrying the burden left by a recent storm and, laden down, it obscures William and Bo from view. I do not, however, need to see them to know what they are about.

Sticks are most certainly involved. They will initially be used as pry bars so that snow bricks, required for the fort walls, can be torn out of the snow bank. Next, they will become swords as the new walls are defended from people simply labelled as "bad guys"(We are constantly under attack). In time, the sticks will be turned on each other and one, perhaps both, will suffer a minor flesh wound (Bo is getting sneaky in a fight). Playtime will then be over. For the moment though, bricks are being stacked and there is peace. Both inside the house and out.

The weather, the cold, is not a factor. They are young Canadian boys. Cold is not considered a deterrent. It is viewed as an opportunity. The cold brings a slew of new 'bad guys' who need to be dealt with.

Winter remains my favourite time of year.

As Expected...

"Bo, when I speak, do you listen to me?"
"Bo....when I'm talking, do you hear me? Bo?"
"Bo"
"Bo....Bo....Bo...are you listening?"
"Sweet Jesus.....BO!"

By this point I've answered my own question. He's not listening. I'm not even sure he can hear. As I repeat my question I sit upon the toilet seat in the kids' bathroom talking to his ass. Bo is on his hands and knees, bum up in the air, trying to place the doorstop juuuust right. He has placed it approximately 32 times, but never juuuuust right. If the door moves at all, he has failed, and must try again. If he was less cute, and not wearing Superman pajamas, I may have lost my shit completely.

"Bo....are....you...listening...?"

He stands and turns to look at me. It is the face of innocence.

"Daddy?"
"Yes Bo?"
"The mouthwash is almost done and then we'll have to buy a new one."

We need a Baileys dispenser in these washrooms.

Every Afternoon

We are tired of blogging. Sorry:) However, Jill and I do appreciate being able to see nieces and nephews online so I'm slapping something up here for those who wish to see our boys. Pretty much each weekday I meet William's bus as he returns from school. Bo and Josh insist on joining me. Therefore, despite living 5 doors from the bus stop, we still require 20 minutes to get there. The number of 'bad guys' we encounter along the way, each day, is mind boggling. Thankfully, the sticks the boys find on our lawn (and our neighbours' lawns) are fully automatic. Bad guys are easily mowed down.

Here is a video that pretty much represents each day from 3:42 p.m to about 3:50 p.m.