{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real}

~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~

Every Thursday at Like Mother, Like Daughter!

{pretty} 

And happy and funny and real.  We finally got our A/C installed yesterday.  I think it is beautiful.  Today will be the third day of "real feel" temps of 99/100.  Our apartment is on the sixth floor and west facing.  Someone else in our building did something (incredibly stupid) and their A/C fell out of the window and smashed someone else's window so they are enforcing the policy of having them "professionally installed."  Best.$25.spent.all.summer. 

{happy}

And funny and real.  Bigger had a blast pushing me on the swing.  Littler tried to get on the action but unfortunately for him a 32lb not quite 3 year old is no match for a grown up on a swing.  I didn't know he wanted to push too until I felt a hit on my butt and heard him laughing - I had inadvertently knocked him on his butt.  Luckily not quite 3 year olds think this kind of thing is hilarious. 

{funny}

"Look at me!  I'm a walking talking book!"

And look at that - he's started to develop a pretty-take-my-picture smile. 

 {real}

 And pretty and happy and funny.  We made a stop at Queenston Heights to check out the monuments.  It was beastly hot.  We stopped to look at (and take pictures of) all the historical monuments.  The WeatherMan has a thing for the blue signs.  This nice university student was willing to take a picture with the boys but Bigger played shy and Littler tried to as well... but was too interested in checking out his hat, which is apparently quite heavy. 

Most Stressful Day

Yup, the most stressful day of our year was today.  Going to the border to renew our permits.   

Paperwork filled out, questions answered, proof shown, fees paid.  Trying to keep very active little boys who have been cooped up in the car for over an hour still for over an hour in a large room full of armed border agents.  Trying to keep said boys up off the floor and from climbing the ceiling high windows.  And from shrieking.  And from running.  And from swinging on those flimsy movable dividers they put up to keep the line in line.  Or should I say queue? 

It makes for quite a day. 

And there's always the possibility that the agent will ask why we didn't do X-Y-Z or why did you do Q-R-S and say "bye-bye." 

But we get to stay for another year.