Since I received my new serger for my birthday in June, I have been discovering that sewing knits and stretch fabrics can actually be an enjoyable experience.

Hannah's Camoflague Outfit for a Trip to the Zoo

I had some Lycra and spandex material leftover from a swimsuit project and was able to make this for Hannah for our trip to the zoo in August.

Mind you, I have also rediscovered the wonders of my simple sewing machine as well…

I am by no means a great photographer. I own a camera that is way beyond me. I don’t have the patience for all the settings and can’t be bothered to read the manual that weighs more than my first born.
My friend, Darren is a great photographer though, so I spent almost our entire geocaching event trip taking pictures of him, taking pictures.

Two years ago Hannah had the Chicken Pox. They showed up while we were camping in Parry Sound, Ontario.
Rather than mess around with cotton balls and Calamine Lotion, we bought a paint brush at the dollar store in town and painted her head to toe with the lotion. She was over it in a week.
While other parents were pulling their children out of daycare only to have them get it anyway, we were glad it was done and over.

I spend all kinds of time in the woods around the area and never found these on my own. Step son # 1 wanders out for the first time and brings us back a pound! Great Sunday Dinner.

This cart has seen a number of cousins venture down Talbot Street in Port McNicoll. This weekend, Hannah believes it is her turn to race the family go-cart down the hill.
I have to hurry up and sew that bublle wrap suit and only have two days to compelte it!

We started caching 4 years ago when my daughter was two. We were a team/cast of 5. Three have since moved on to either get their own accounts or not cache at all anymore (I know…who does that?)

Now that my daughter is 6, literate and quite linguistically aware, she has decided to take offense at our team name and would like to be known otherwise, although my husband gave us this name with all the best intentions; when he first saw that we were heading out to find tupperware in the woods in Vasey at night during the first snowfall of the year, he said, “What are you Cow tippin’ idiots up to now?” Our team name was born.

My daughter has been with me on 95% of the cache finds. We have most likely eaten collectively more than 100 peanut butter sandwiches in the car on cache-runs, my daughter has laid down on almost every trail in the Simcoe County Forest Series and refused another step, she yelled out “Do it again” when we got mud on the inside roof our Suzuki, because mom made a wrong turn and forgot to close the windows before sinking in the mud and my daughter was potty trained in our bathroom and in the forests of Huronia.

Unfortunately my daughter no longer likes our team name and hasn’t for some time. I will have to move on with my own account and once she finds her own geocaching identity we will write logs of her own.  My daughter is still with me on the cache hunts.  We still bring random people along on these trips,  but the Cow Tippin’ Idiots are no more…

If we had been playing in Klingon, I would have had the highest score ever!!!!

There is a picture of me somewhere in my parents’ photo albums of me in the exact same pose. It’s a different house, a different piano, I think it is even a different country and taken while on vacation in Vienna, but the look is the same…just 31 years earlier.