Cause every rad sledging session finishes with a fat lip!

Pineapple Express

We're surely not the only ones to post some nerdy pictures from this weekend's "ski" trip and call it the Pineapple Express.

Balmy temperature.
Loads of rain.
Misty fog.

None of it makes for great skiing. Savvy still rocked it on the hill both days. (Sav: "Mommy, did you use to date my ski instructor, Roger. You know, before you washed away the kisses to make room for Daddy? Roger looks like someone you would have dated." I later met Roger...flattered Sav...he was a dish with great energy...even Dob agrees! Perhaps it's really a compliment for Dob.)

While Sav hustled on the hill, the rest of us, we mostly did this:

 And there was also a little of this:

Get some shades, MegaDob!

Savvy or Jess?

Awesome hair towel, Team Tipping!

Doc Roberts and her Dad's Stitches

Things like this...

...mean that Megadob needs a daughter who can do this:

Oh, the Boy, the Dear Sweet Boy

(the dear sweet boy...and his sword (thanks to team N for sharing that gem)

Savannah's Reflections on School, age 7

"Sometimes a girl just needs to have lunch hour on her own, to sing songs and let the wind blow in her hair. And today, that's just what I did."

Sav, answering the tired question: how was school?

Tim Frick and Rick Hansen

Here's a highlight of mine from "last year". An award presentation shot from a volleyball match (our coach, far left), celebrating Tim Frick (middle)-- a legendary paralympic coach.
This was just moments after hearing from Rick Hansen and his gift to the UBC Women's Volleyball team (more on Rick and his foundation here: http://www.rickhansen.com/About-Us/About-Rick-Hansen).

Naming Rights for Your Kids

Savvy, Mac and I were sitting on the couch, just chilling. Mac was proudly showing off his knowledge of the difference between: Uh-huh & Uh-uh.

“Uh-huh means yes.” He nodded up and down. “Uh-uh means no.” He shoock his head left and right.

“Right mommy? Say it with me.” 

Which is what Mac often asks us to do, to repeat what he’s hoping is right out loud, not believing he’s on the right track until he’s heard us say it.

"Uh-huh. Uh-uh" we said together, making the right head motions for each.

Savvy then said, eyes twinkling,

“That’s what I am going to call my kids. Uh-huh. And Uh-uh.”

She paused, waiting for my reaction.

“That sounds great, Sav” I said, “good idea.”

She asked on:

“That’s ok, right, Mom? I can name my kids whatever, I want, right? Like, there’s no law against what I can or can’t name my kid, right?”

“I don’t think so, Sav, no laws” I replied.

“Yes, because they’re mine. The kids are mine. And it’s my choice, right? So,” she said, eyes shining full of dare, “So, if I have a daughter, I can name her Fuck?”

My game of playing it cool—well, I was losing that game: “What!?”

“I can name her F*ck?” Sav asked again, although this time it was more of a defiant statement.

Me: “Um, F*ck is not a word that you are allowed to use at all, let alone for a name, Sav.” 

And then a bunch of questions came my way and I got lured into the why/why nots of the word Fuck. 

To tackle this properly, I felt I had to lead an age appropriate conversation about love and sex and babies. And about two people and respect, and a beautiful thing and how f*ck was a very mean way to capture something special. 

Sav said:

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Not getting it. Please come back and try again when I’m 9.”

Message received. Too much too soon.

The future very proud Grandma of Baby F*ck, signing off.

Bringing in 2015 with New Friends and Old

 Princess Buttercup and the royal Fat Thighs hosted a sweet party in their home. It was a blast. We all made it to midnight, and judging by the crazy selfie stick shots on my phone from after I went to sleep, others made it much much later than I.
Today was... tricky. A day of recovery. But we forced ourselves onto Burnaby Mountain for a ride and we are all the better for it.

On to dental hygiene--

When Auntie Andrea posted gifts to us for Christmas (thank you; we miss you xxxx), and included this snazzy spidy toothbrush kit, I am assuming she intended it for Mac, and not for the whole family. Well, I packed for us for our New Year's sleepover in haste, and this was the only tooth cleaning device that made it in the bag.

So we went with four way sharsies. That's the way Team Roberts rolled ourselves into 2015.

As Uncle Chris [Hogg] would say: Boom! Marks out of 10? 32!

Puss In Boots

The two little ones conspiring to have us play Shrek. Very effective.

Mary Poppins with Nana

Nana scores some Christmas tix to MP and opts to take two little ones with her. Mac wonders why they had to have the lights out in the theater (to bring in bears?) and Sav is in full supercalaf....mode.

Nana's probably home sleeping. A full week of Team Roberts crashing at hers. So yummy, fun and peaceful (peace is relative, Nana).

ps, Nice boots, Sav. You've waited a long time for these replacement numbers...about 1.5 years since Dad lost your original pair off the back of his bike. "Just like ones Aunt Lynnie would wear, please"...