The life and times of Darren, Tisha, Ben and Laurel Witt.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

White...


...but melting...

we start them early up here....

I still remember scraping the ice off of mom's car most mornings (now striking me as suspicious that MOM was never the first to be ready)

Monday, October 22, 2007

And so it begins

It's 2 degrees and snowing outside.

And sticking...

Ben is bouncing around the house chanting "snow, snow, snow, snow!"

On the to do list: order him some boots NOW.





Thursday, October 18, 2007

Talented Boys


P8170049, originally uploaded by tishdar.

For those of you who missed the final product of Darren's giant trunk-making project.

Also a showcase of Ben's photographic abilities (he is currently specializing in objects in the house, random pictures of the floor, and "blurry ben" upsidedown self photography)

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Country mice in the 'Big' City

So, we drove in to Prince George for a couple of nights this week.

A few observations....

1. It is beautiful up here this time of year. It was sunny and clear for the drive both ways. The colours were gorgeous - cottonwoods and aspen were bright yellow all along the route.

2. After 6 months of Smithers, I am not used to traffic noise. Or malls. Plus our chariot-built-for-two stroller does not fit on the bus.

3. I loved Fort George Park as a kid, and it held up well to adult scrutiny! The fire truck is still there (or there is another one now), plus there's a great little museum that we spent a good couple of hours at.

4. Babies like swings!

5. Ben was re-introduced to Treehouse TV in our hotel room. His brain dissolved away after about 5 minutes. It was truely amazing to see. He literally could not take his eyes off of the TV set. (and it's not like he's completely deprived of tv at home!)

Ben at Fort George Park - Sept 07

Laurel at Fort George Park - Sept 07

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Music in my life

Ben has a little song to share with everyone:
poopy baby girl
you're so poopy
poop poop poop
poop poop poop
icky little baby
you're so icker
ickick ICK ick
such a stinky baby
I love my baby girl
ick ick ick
poop poop poop
(repeat (and repeat) and fade out as he is sent to his room until he's had enough)


In related news, Laurel started solids last week, thereby closing the chapter of our lives that involved (relatively) sweet, breastfed-baby poop.

We are gaming geeks!

Also, Darren is a Comic Geek!