My musical prodigies

These videos speak for themselves....

Trigator 2018

The kids recently completed their first every triathlon.  It was a special triathlon designed for children and even Ada was allowed to participate (and she left the other contestants in her dust...particularly on her bike).  Darwyn bugged us to enroll her because Sue's kids did it last year and got a freezie and medal.   Darwyn didn't really seem to care about running, biking or swimming, but she does really like freezies and medals.   Neither Max nor Ada seems to feel any pressure to move particularly quickly, but somehow all three kids still managed to finish in the top third.  I guess ours weren't the only kids wandering around aimlessly.

I do

An apt description

Ada: Grandpa Lee is mommy's dad. 

Gus:  Your right!  And do you know who my daddy is?

Ada: Grandpa with the oval head!

Lord of the Rings, finished

Today I finished reading The Lord of the Rings to Max.  It feels like we've been at it for months at a casual pace.  Most hyperactive eight-year-old boys could not get through the whole thing.  Max's uncanny ability to listen to stories has not diminished in the slightest.  I'm glad I got to read such a good book with him.

Max on the computer

When life gives you ice...

Southern Ontario saw some pretty awful weather this past weekend.  Right when the snow had all melted and everyone was ready for spring, winter hit in full force.  Everything was closed all weekend and we were all trapped in our houses as we were pelted with record amounts of precipitation, mostly in the form of ice pellets and freezing rain.  This morning we emerged from the shelter of our house, sick of hibernating to find a picture perfect January day...  As an added present, the plow had left an impenetrable wall of chunks of ice at the end of our driveway.   While Gus and I grumbled away and attempted to excavate the driveway with ice pics the kids saw possibility.  The morning's lesson, when life gives you ice...make an ice fort.

Ice chunks left by the plow

Max and Darwyn hard at work hauling ice

Take THAT winter!

Last week Gus and Ted deserted me, leaving me with our disgustingly late spring while they went to Florida for a conference.  The day they left, Jose and I took the kids down to the infamous tunnel to Tarabithia.  I had noticed really cool icicles under the bridge.  The kids had an awesome time with them, while Jose and I felt sorry for ourselves.

Love Darwyn's expression.  This is pretty much what I am feeling about ice at this point.

You can run to Florida, but you can't hide.  We are coming to get you!

Yum!

View of the tunnel