Battle scars

 

He earned the fat lip and cut when he didn't fully step up onto the porch step. I had to watch helplessly or drop London to catch him. So sad. He has been running on turbo speed until yesterday though so he got over it quickly. Yesterday he suddenly remembered that he likes to sit and read and try to use a screwdriver or sort beads for hours. I was ready for the breakneck speed to pause! 

Upclose update

 I realized today that it has been a while since you've seen London very up close. Here he is in his chubby cuteness!

She practically dared me

 So, I have to post this picture because my sister said I better not. Really though I have to. It so perfectly captures my sister's definition of "being a blessing." She loves to bless me by making me laugh, by eating my cookie dough, putting hotpocket dough on my nose, singing opera at the top of her lungs, and freezing my Jack in his tracks wondering what in the world she is doing. Besides, I love Jack's eyelashes in this shot.

So it turns out that I really love this kid. This is also a picture with my new camera. The first one from it any of you have seen yet. What do you think?

Canada is great at sunsets. I made Jon promise to take me back to this lookout point during the day so I could really see the view.

So the next day we walked out together. First we had to snag Jack from being Uncle Nathe's shadow. I am thinking we could get a saddle for Molly, Jack would love it.

It wasn't hard once he realized that green beans are better cooked.

This was the opinion of raw green beans.

The view in the daylight. Gorgeous. Canada does more than sunsets.

From the boulder we spotted an apple tree. From the apple tree started Jack's love for carrying an apple all day long. Apples deserve a whole post on their own. More to come.

Our intermission

 Saturday morning we had a slow start after the boys slept late. I think they were enjoying laying on a flat surface. After we got loaded (from an incredible hotel...can't believe the great places hotwire comes up with) we went to see Great Grandma. She needed to meet two little boys. Jack was excited about everything from the buttons at the door to the elevator and finally every single little thing he could find in Great Grandma's apartment. She was a good sport to let him wander from table to table collecting interesting things.

 I'm not sure who was wearing which shoe first.

 London basically moved his sleeping to her apartment and carried on.

 And then he moved his sleeping to Uncle Dan and Aunt Sandy's and carried on. We enjoyed pizza with them and Great Grandpa D. We stayed with them til it was time to hit the road again for Canada!

We all have our limits...

The sunrise about 2 hours into our trip

The mobile changing table and our impressively compact packing job ;)

The hour long park break while Jon did his only coaching call of the day. Small towns have the coolest playgrounds.

Jack trying to hold still so the headphones don't fall off

London trying to control his insatiable appetite

Ours are becoming more and more obvious. We have a limit of how many hours we can drive between stops, how many time we must eat, and if we were smart we would put a limit on how long we drove in one day. I think a reasonable limit would be about 15 hours. That was about meltdown point on this trip anyhow. Jack and London make a funny duo in our back seat, Jack cries when he wakes up, and London cries on the way to sleep. This results in us hoping that they sleep at the same time and for the same amount of time, or we have to intervene to restore peace. Really though, they both did better than I expected, and I must say I was the most whiny by the time we got to Toronto. Here's to more stops, less traffic, and coffee.