We have done a few sporadically at home but by far I'm most consistent in the John. And so without further details:

Garret is heading to his Mom's right after work today and so instead of coming home to pick up Brooklyn he brought her with him to work. I asked how it was going and got this in reply:
As much as she can be a pain in the butt I am jealous that he gets to snuggle with her all day and I just get my usual cast of characters at lunchtime. It was really cute to see her this morning when she realized instead of being left in the kitchen she was going with one of us somewhere. After her bed and crate were taken out to the car she firmly planted herself in the door way with her whole body wagging...and pleased and punch settled herself into the truck for a ride with her Dad. She makes us both insane but we can't live without her. (I guess yet another way she is prepping us for impending parenthood)
Now that the weather has been so much nicer we are trying to get out and enjoy it. Last night we threw Brooklyn in the car and headed down to the water front for a nice long walk. Many other fitness buffs and dog owners had the same idea, but it wasn't too crowded and we got to enjoy the lovely evening.
We thought that maybe she would be tired based on all her big yawns on the way home..but alas she was raring to go and kept bringing us every toy she owns for us to throw. My new mantra has been "cant wait til the fence is finished" so we can let her tear around back there!
A friend showed us this video the other day which we both feel completely captures B on her walks.
Father's day is coming this weekend and it has suddenly taken on a whole new meaning to me. I am pretty gushy sentimental (as if you couldn't guess) so I wanted to do something fun/special for he who I am about to make a father. All of my ideas involved a bunch of money which isn't so practical at the moment so instead I bought a gift that is sort of for G but mostly for the babe
There was a Father's Day section at Chapters where I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to pick out the perfect book. So obviously I ended up with two. A super cute animal one and then one about building a dog house with Daddy. I couldn't pass up either one. I just thought G could read them to Gus when s/he arrives and I will just melt into a puddle of hormonal goo at how cute that would be.
I like the idea of starting some sort of Father's day tradition(s). Letting him sleep in will likely be gift enough at that point!
Anyone have any fun/fond memories of things they did with their Dads when they were little? One of my nicest memories is watching The A-Team with my Dad. Fun and full or Mr. T, but not necessarily what I have in mind.
This past weekend was amazing but not all that restful. We (mostly Garret) did a lot of driving and had some great adventures.
Friday night I stayed downtown after work and went to see the NKOTB, Boys II Men and 98degrees concert. My friends husband was given box seats which he generously bestowed upon us. My Mum took me to see the New Kids in '91 or '92 and it was my first concert, and now 20 odd years later it was Gus's first concert too! G is slightly worried I am skewing the babes musical taste, but really who doesn't love 90's music?
Saturday morning my throat was sore and I think G was embarrassed on my behalf to hear that I was actually screaming my head off all night. I am sorry but when Jordan Knight tells you to scream? you SCREAM with all you have. Michelle and I drove back to Barrie and didnt get home until 1am (which for this pregnant chick is crazy late)
Saturday morning we were up early and drove up to North Bay to celebrate G's Grandma's birthday--I will have to upload pictures from the other camera. It was a long trip, but definitely worth it to spend some time with family and eat a ton of baked goods. We drove home Saturday night and just took it easy on the mega couch.
Sunday morning we headed off to Niagara with some friends for a prebooked Wag Jag night away.
We walked around for hours and took some pictures of the falls and had some relaxing time on a very loud (and grossly sticky) patio
I also made a valiant attempt to recreate a photo we took 6 years ago but kind of missed the mark:
We got back to Barrie on Monday afternoon and did some house work (thrilling as it sounds) G moved the bed out of our spare room and we moved the crib (gulp) up in it's place. We haven't built it yet, but this gets the giant box out of our hallway so that is a start.
It seems that each day something happens to make us feel a little more ready or freaked out or "ermagerd this is actually happening"ish. While we were watching a show before bed Gus was being particularly active and G finally got to feel a kick/jab (or "upper cross" if you ask him) These things happen and then we look at each other and query if this really is happening? We are having a baby?! Then we laugh and make jokes about the babe and try to enjoy these last glimpses of what soon shall be 'what was'.
I usually run pretty high on the emotional scale. To quote Kristen Bell on Ellen "if I am not between a 3-7 I am crying" But to be honest this whole pregnancy thing is really throwing me for a loop. I feel my eyes welling up at completely ridiculous times (see #2--I had to rush out of Lowes and wait in the car due to utter devastation re storm doors) Luckily G is really good at making me laugh about it without feeling like he is laughing at me. However I feel badly subjecting him to so many tears and then me feeling pretty idiotic when explaining I am crying because I made him delicious things that just don't look enough like cookies.