happy birthday

we've been waiting such a long time for you.
and we're so happy you are here.
way to go mama worsley!!!

a poodle

this evening while hugh and i buried our feet in the freshly tilled sand at the park, we were suddenly stormed by a giant runaway dog. remembering it now, i would almost swear to you that i first felt the ground rumble before i saw the enormous poodle barrelling in our direction. with only the type of quickness that is born the second one becomes a parent...i scooped hugh out of the sandpit...wrapped every one of my limbs around him and prepared for impact. to my shock...the dog cut to the side missing us by a hair. before i could even make sense...he came at us again...and whoosh...the same maneuver as before...missed us. i tried to look for an escape...but as i turned my head all i could make out was a blurry curly creature flying in the air with only one landing pad in mind...my back. but alas, he missed. as i opened my dry mouth to scold him...and before any words screeched out...i heard, "weeeheeee! do it again! do it again! hahhahahaha!".

i looked in my arms and saw pure delight coming from every part of hugh's body.
i looked at the poodle only to see the very same pure delight.
the only sound i managed to eek out was, "oh".

the rest of the evening was spent playing a new game called, runaway pup. it goes something like this: "mommy, you stand there." followed by hugh running at top speed toward my legs and at the last second sparing me impact by leaping to one side with a dramatic fall to the ground...ending in fits of laughter.

well, i had planned on wrapping up this post with some sort of clever quip about learning from animals...or something about animal vs. child instinct....or something about something.
but i'm not that clever...and to be quite frank, i'm still getting over the embarrassment of letting a goofy old poodle nearly get the best of me.

cottage

fishing poles made from wagon ride finds...

determination to catch a fish with a walnut tied to twine...

and soothing any disappointed feelings of no catches...not even a nibble by soaking in the sink while eating fingernails of bugles.
yes, those are the days we so love at the cottage.

baby love

A few heirloom pieces that I am just loving. Why can't all baby clothes be this sweet?

xo worsley

no thrills on this blueberry hill

me: "hugh, would you like to go pick blueberries? it will be so much fun! and blueberries are your favourite! isn't this such a clever idea?
he: "grandaddy's favourite colour is blue"
me: "uh. okay. so anyway, lets go for a car ride and celebrate this plentiful blueberry season!"
my silent thoughts in the car: "gosh. i'm such a good mummy. showing my dear boy the wonderful world of growth and harvest. this is going to be awesome. i can't wait to see his little blueberry stained teeth...i can't wait to hear his laughs of outdoor adventure fun. let's get there already!

arrive at the farm.

me: look hugh! look at all the blueberries. hold on to this bucket and let's fill it up!!!!!!!!!
he: no.
me: oh. hey...follow me. i'll show you. this is going to be great. blueberries are your favourite! c'mon let's go stain your teeth!!!
he: no like blueberries. no. i do not like them. i do not. mommy, play on tractor. MOMMY. I WANT TO PLAY ON TRACTOR! MOOOMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY.

me: okay. ...there's always next year.

sticks and scones

"ahh scones, sounds like dirt...tastes like stones." cleverly declared by my husband for as long as i have known him. i quite like scones...even the stone variety. but he's a bit harder to convince...that is until today...by-golly i think i've changed his mind! we made the most delicious stones...i mean scones... just in time for tea! we slapped on some raspberry preserves made over the weekend and what a most delicious treat!

oscar again.

as it turns out...

oscar is 3.
i'm sure you were wondering and wondering all day...
and as i suspected we didn't make up our minds until 3 candles were poked into the cake. it is true what they say...everything just looks better in threes.
the lemon poppyseed cake was enjoyed by all...especially by hugh's tongue.
happy birthday you funny old sock puppet!