tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149883866537022852024-03-12T20:32:10.980-06:00djKlaassenDevohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-51732514366054398892012-07-26T19:00:00.000-06:002013-05-19T20:56:16.095-06:00u-pick Mak and I had a date this afternoon -- saskatoon picking! We went to our local U-pick <a href="http://www.happyacresupick.ca/">Happy Acres.</a><br />
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<br />Thanks to Maklin leading the way in exploring the place from corner to corner, we happened upon a patch of plump ripe raspberries. YUM. I picked berries ... Mak played with the inch-worm he found.<br />
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And boy is she on the go!!! Crawling vertically happens as frequently and efficiently as crawling horizontally. <br />
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This year we went to <a href="http://www.albertaparks.ca/crimson-lake.aspx">Crimson Lake</a>; this is a campsite we will absolutely be revisiting. It might just be the best campground we've stayed at! Beautiful private campsites; we were just off well-kept walking trails loaded with berries (apparently the land of this campground was at one time a berry farm), an awesome beach for the kids to wade and play; and clean well-kept facilities. </div>
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Unfortunately we had one rainy day (thank goodness for the swimming pool in Rocky!) But the kids did fine. Play-dough, reading, swimming ... everyone was still in good spirits when the sun came out. Sunday was hot and sunny - Beach Day!!!!</div>
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The kids rode their bikes quite a bit - Atli and Maklin cruising around on their run bikes. Atli's almost a year younger than Mak, but the same size and comparable gross motor skills. They could ride together, but at least at this age, their personalities clash a little. Mak seems to have a bit more in common with Seth (he's a few years older than Mak).</div>
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Will be cool to watch these kids interact over the years ... we'll have to keep up these camping trips!!</div>
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<br />Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-64206576963780986482012-07-21T10:37:00.000-06:002012-08-01T10:44:47.103-06:00bike trials<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mak is generally a fairly conservative little man. When he first started riding his bike, J set up a ramp to open his eyes to the endless possibilities ... this was daunting. Mak walked it holding hands with Dada a number of times before he was comfortable with it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And balance has been achieved; he's a gliding machine!!</span><br />
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Mak loved looking at all the old farm equipment they had around, plus all the trains and train paraphernalia. He even picked out a blue & silver crushed velour train Christmas ornament as a keepsake. There are a few old cabooses done up as guest suites where you can stay (cool idea - they do this at <a href="http://www.footloosecaboose.com/">Footloose Caboose</a> near Tofield as well). Anyway, Mak insists that it's not 'caboose'; it's 'cabooga.' uh-huh.<br />
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The best part about the stay? Mak got to ride his bike all over the place, and Mae <i>loved </i>riding in the backpack.<br />
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The worst part about the stay? For some strange reason, bedtime took <i>several </i>hours and was all-consuming. So much for having tea & dessert, watching the sunset, playing a game, and/or talking after the kids were in bed. It was past our bedtime by the time they were asleep. I'm not exactly superstitious; but we were at campsite #13 ... on Friday the 13th. Just sayin' ...<br />
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<br />Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-64420550277866448062012-07-11T23:45:00.000-06:002012-08-01T10:34:20.874-06:00great(s)When you make an 8+hr drive (which takes considerably longer with little kids) you have to cram in as much visiting as possible while you're home.<br />
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Despite being home for a reunion on the other side of the family, we managed to fit in two visits with Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Simmons, and Auntie Gail (she's 'great' too!).<br />
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This past weekend my Mom's family all got together. A full reunion. All 6 siblings and most of their families ... some travelling from as far away as Australia. I think everyone had a good time. Mixed feelings I'm sure as the majority of the family would claim to not like a fuss .... or get togethers ... or, well, people in general. Even though there are a fair number of us, the weekend was pretty casual, so I think for the most part we caught up without getting into each other's hair <i>too </i>much.</div>
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We camped out at Kim & Jeree's for the weekend with Vince & Carrie (Jacob, Thomas, and MJ) and Mark & Heidi (Samantha & Luke). There was always enough going on that we didn't get a lot of one-on-one visiting ... but we still had some quality catching up.<br />
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Weekend itinerary:<br />
- Friday night pizza at the 'blue park'<br />
- Saturday afternoon / evening we had the club room at the Elk's Hall. Beef on a bun was brought in for supper. There were games, drinks, a slideshow of all of us growing up, and of course a large table of standard Horne Family gathering desserts (including, of course, Angel Food cake with raspberries and/or strawberries and ice cream).<br />
- Sunday was a day at the farm: horseback riding; wading in the 'dam'; eating; visiting; water fights; marshmallow fights; campfire ...<br />
- Sunday night, socializing became a bit more social. There were <i>many </i>bevvies consumed (none by me), leading to a late night / early morning of campfire sing-a-long. There are some great singers in the family; and ... some non-singers (y'all know who you are!!) Words cannot describe. Still ... I haven't had an evening that entertaining in quite some time!<br />
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The kids did OK. Poor Maklin was saying, "I wanna go home now" about 3 hours into our drive TO Saskatchewan. He was pretty overwhelmed and stressed most of the trip; just not quite himself, but he warmed up by the last few days (and thankfully is still excited about more camping!)<br />
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Mae travelled like a champ ... although with a bit of a penchant for early mornings. This didn't always mix well with my late nights, but we managed.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The crows around our house have been <i>ridiculous</i> this
year. You hear them bouncing
around on the roof. They fight on
our front lawn; steal food from our BBQ; sit on our fence and scream. I did a little exploring; the town
said they couldn’t do anything about them. On the record, they didn’t have any recommendations for what
we could do. Off the record, I was
‘advised’ that a well-aimed slingshot couldn’t hurt. We also heard that hanging a dead crow in your yard will
keep the others away (at least for a time). This, we had a good laugh over: “where are we gonna get a dead
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bunch of crows hanging out on the fence.
As he does on occasion, he aimed at them with his bee-bee gun. Yes – you’re not supposed to do this in
town, but Justin’s bee-bee gun, even when pumped up to the max, is …
tired. You can watch the bee-bee
come out of the gun, arc up, and s-l-o-w-l-y f-a-l-l. You can imagine then how shocked Justin was when he nailed a
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So ... what the heck?? We strung him up for a few days ...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">post-note: What do you know ... we haven't had any crows in our yard since!! (although we almost scared off the neighbours with our voodoo magic too ...)</span></div>Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-76153886194896094112012-07-02T23:25:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:10:40.969-06:00Duncan RanchWe camped this past weekend with the Ewashkiws and Schmidts at the Duncan Ranch (where Cindy grew up).<br />
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What a great weekend! For starters ... parenting is so much more relaxing when there are a bunch of amazing teenage girls around who (at least appear to) actually enjoy hanging out with your kids!! Plus, these are card playing families! :)<br />
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* a leisurely horseback ride<br />
* playing cards out on the lawn<br />
* a fire (with other friends coming out for a visit)<br />
* great food<br />
* lots of laughs<br />
* Canada day hats, fireworks, and sparklers<br />
* <a href="http://djklaassen.blogspot.ca/2012/07/love-at-first-sight.html">an adorable puppy</a><br />
*ball toss (Justin at one point was labelled "world champion ball tosser" - but then lost the next game to Cindy. He should have quit while he was ahead!)<br />
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While there aren't any good pictures depicting this ... Maklin spent the <i>vast </i>majority of the weekend playing in the crab shaped sandbox. He has a sandbox at home (and does love it) but he was absolutely <i>obsessed </i>with playing in this sandbox. He did come out occasionally for a few other adventures, but they were few and far between.<br />
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Miss Maisy decided to wake up at 4am one morning. She was pretty loud and we didn't want Mak getting up, so Justin threw her in the chariot and headed out for a brisk early morning walk. She conked out pretty quickly all bundled up and strolling in the fresh air. When they got back to the trailer - Justin parked her, then, like a good papa bear, laid down on the ground under the awning so he could keep on eye on his baby girl. Then it started to rain. After a while he came back into the trailer to grab a few more layers and head back out; I tucked an extra blanket around him at one point - I was feeling so sorry for him out there!! Such a dedicated Dad!!! (I'm pretty sure I would have parked her and then crawled back into bed!) <br />
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<br />Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-70688316666708922512012-07-02T11:49:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:09:33.743-06:00love at first sight<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Molly is a new puppy at the Duncan Ranch. </span><br />
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we needed to figure out something for Maeyer so we could camp sans playpen. The first few trips, we folded the table down as if making up the
table bed, but instead of putting the cushions on, we set up a playpen on top
of the table bed. It worked well –
but several times a day we were setting up and taking down …</span><br />
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for him). And, after much
discussion, Justin devised a hinged baby gate system across half of the lower
bunk to essentially create a crib for Mae. A ... prison-like crib.</span></div>
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doll stroller that were hers when she was wee. She’s been holding onto them all these years with the
intention of passing them on to my girl. </span><br />
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leave = summer fun) we’re trying extra hard to maximize family fun time. Yay
for a summer of camping!! Most of
the time Mak is thrilled to be out exploring and checking out new stuff. He loves outside, and he especially
loves Dada time. But during quiet
times, driving times, or sleepy times, Mak often says, “I just wanna go
home” or "can we go home now pyease?" We’re working on getting
him comfortable with out trailer being our 'home-on-wheels.' We plan to have this trailer for 10yrs
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I'm so thankful to have such a happy little girl! She's adventurous (aka mischievous), strong, strong-willed (aka difficult to distract when she has her mind set on ... see above ... mischief), curious, and fun-loving. <br />
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Maisy is very physically strong. She can sit straight up when lying on her back, easily pulls herself up on stuff (physical support unnecessary; psychologic support will do - like pulling herself up to a standing position by grabbing and holding onto the remote control).<br />
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<br />Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-13521756018650195992012-06-19T22:22:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:05:12.862-06:00sea turtle<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mak's first swimming lessons were unparented. Kudos to the instructors who take on teaching swimming lessons to 2 year olds - without parents!! It went surprisingly well.</span><br />
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She's a thorn in his side that aggravates him like nothing else. We've been having quite a lot of conversations about what 'kind' and 'nice' and 'gentle' actually mean. Cuz they don't mean kicking Mae in the face, hitting her with toys, knocking her down, or taking away whatever she has. Sigh.<br />
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<br />Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-49322990777862836462012-06-12T14:24:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:03:47.854-06:00"where IS big red car?"Big red car (known to those children who are allowed to watch TV as Lightening McQueen) disappeared for a while. <a href="http://djklaassen.blogspot.ca/2012/02/substitution-big-red-car.html">Quite attached to him</a>, every day Maklin would ask, "Where IS big red car??" We didn't know.<br />
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Thank-you for taking good care of big red car Ewashkiws ... and for returning him safely. Maklin was very happy to be reunited with his friend.Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-17910082580917341282012-06-11T23:38:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:02:29.441-06:00E - I - E - I - OCamping at <a href="http://www.olmacdonalds.com/">Old MacDonald's Farm</a> with Lulu and Baba ... a blast!! This may end up being an annual occurrence. Although for future visits, I would like to request less wind/rain and more sunshine, please and thank-you!<br />
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This place has a crazy chaotic carnival atmosphere. And old-school (read <i>hazardous</i>) playground equipment. Mak loved it; I'm sure we climbed up and went down the tunnel slide literally over a hundred times over the course of the weekend. <br />
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<br /></div>Devohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02638566773011241288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-614988386653702285.post-69033263601447038892012-05-27T16:30:00.000-06:002012-08-01T00:00:03.200-06:00"then & now" [Devon Days 2012]I'm not sure what was more entertaining: the parade, or Mak's confusion as to why the heck people kept throwing candy from the floats, and even more so, why other kids were so excited to pick it up. Mak scrunches up his face and says, "I don't like candy!" if you mention it. This was in no way fed ... other than that we never really give him candy. He decided this all on his own! He did take something away though ... after watching the cheerleaders he quickly adopted, "Go [Mama], Go [Mama] ... go! go! go [Mama]!" or (my favorite variation), "Go John, Go John ... go! go! go John Deere!" lol<br />
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As for fair rides / games ... not his thing. He makes his Daddy proud. <br />
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