Just Jordan

This week Calder and I went to visit Kerri at her parents' place. Her parents, who Calder affectionately calls Baba and Papa (just like Dylan) live at the lake. We took their pontoon boat out both days we were there (I SO want one) and went swimming at a sandbar. Here are my 3 favourite shots: Calder has really begun to love the water. He will go out over his head and doggy paddle (very slowly, and very short distances). He is also getting more comfortable if his head goes under. At this point he comes up with a complete look of panic on his face, but thankfully the days of full-out meltdown are past! I am looking forward to Calder's swimming lessons starting next week. If you remember last year we made it to 3 lessons before the stress consumed us and we quit! Sea Turtle, here we come!

Yesterday was the Children's Festival. Or as Calder adorably calls it, the Festibull! Here the boys were digging for fossils. Very cool. Much to my surprise, there were actually fossils in the rock! I thought we were just going to pretend! Check out Luke covering his ears on the right hand side! Kerri took this photo of me. This is the second time I have held Drew. The first was a few weeks ago at the party in our backyard (see yesterday's post). See? It was a really good day. I am a bit disappointed with the pictures. I should have had my flash on in the tent. My camera does not take good photos in low light. When will I learn?! I highly recommend the Children's Festival. I will definitely be taking a day off next year to attend this event again. Happy Wednesday.

Friday's post isn't the one I wanted to write. I wanted to write about Drew's (Kerri's son's) first birthday party. I wanted to write about the giggles, the 3 big boys racing around, and the dance party. I wanted to write about how I counted 5 boys. And how I couldn't stop thinking that I should have counted 6. Drew was going to be Tripp's best bud. Drew turned one. Tripp remains 5 days old. I didn't write that post, because I am so conscious about what people think. . . or maybe more so, what they say behind my back. I know there are people who say, "Why is she STILL writing about Tripp?" and "She needs to just get over it." And I do know they say it. It sometimes gets back to me. I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but no matter how many times I tell myself that the people that are saying it, only do so because they don't know what it is like to lose a child, I can't stop the pain that those comments cause me. ...

I went over to my friend, Kerri's, yesterday morning for a visit.  Her 6 week old son, Drew, is colicky.  The first thing that popped into my mind when she told me this was, I should over to hold him, rock him, and listen to him scream for a few hours so Kerri can get some rest or even get out of the house.   Thats what friends do.  Nope. Not me. Not yet.  As perfect as that offer would have been for Kerri's situation, I knew I couldn't do it.  So today, I did what I thought was the next best thing.  I took her oldest, Dylan, for the morning, so at least that way, if Kerri got a quiet moment with Drew, she could really have a moment to herself. Calder and Dylan played like champs. We were out in the yard all morning and I got a ton of yard work done.  The sandbox and Calder's cars are great playmates. * * * This afternoon Calder and I soaked in some sun in Deena's pool.  Ahhhh. . . The only thing that could have made it more perfect woul...