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New Year, but not much new…

2 Jan

It seems to me that whenever I physically cannot blog, I have inspiration coming out my ears.  However, on days like today, when I am home and alone and my house is tidy and no tv is worth watching and my husband is off cutting a cow into teeny tiny 1 lb pieces, I find myself bereft of creative thought.  Go figure.

I could regale you with tales of my holidays and new years resolutions and how great our new Zipfys are, but to paraphrase my friend Joan, “I just want to move on”.

But!  A slight recap:  we had a few friends over on Christmas Eve and spent the evening eating, drinking “Moose milk” and laughing hysterically over small children trying to play Pictionary.

Holly's wreath- pretty good eh?

That’s my king behind it which Bruce later used to draw “Good King Wenceslas”.  True story.

Next morning we woke up, opened gifts…

Giggly over stockings

… and drove 5 hours to visit Bruce’s mom.  We then left early in the morning to have Christmas morning with the extended family (as per usual).  We entertained the girls in the car on the way there with a lengthy and informative dissertation on the differences between towns, counties, cities and metropolises.  I am married to a Planner.  We also learned interesting words like “arch”.  As in, that bridge has a beautiful arch.  And where the Raptors and Leafs “live”.  And any viewing of the CN Tower must ALWAYS be accompanied by trivia pertaining to how many stairs it has (1776) and why there are no buildings between the Rogers Center and the Lake.  Ah… good times.

Christmas was wonderful with delicious food, good company, and well-behaved children.  It was hard even noticing them, since they spent the better part of 4 hours playing quietly with their new Playmobil sets!

We asked Holly to take a picture of us... sorry Uncle John!

Bruce with his Uncle and Bronwyn. One of my favourite pics.

Grandpa with Josselyn- an unlikely pair... but inseparable nonetheless!

Joss chillaxing with Uncle Eric... or is that Clark Kent?

Joss' other newest best buddy, Penny

They were curious about what was going on in the basement, but not quite brave enough to go down and find out...

Joss and Penny wouldn’t venture downstairs.  But there were others who seemed brave enough… to handle THIS:


I know.  Scary.  But it is a tradition as carved in stone as Butternut Squash soup for supper.  Taken seriously by all those whose last name is Howarth, or was Howarth at any time…

For the record, this is the first year that I haven’t been allowed to play HIPPOPOTAMUS.  Last year they shortened it to HIPPO.  And now I am considered (if not quite good enough, at least not bad enough) adequate to play without handicap.  Although Bruce is still considerate enough to allow me to follow him so at least I get a good paddle drop KAROLYN!

There is always a lot of laughter:

And a lot of blame…

PIG is important to Witherses too

But only one winner:

Eric! Get out of the picture!

Winner Christmas 2011: Karolyn Howarth-Withers!

This “recap” took more time and space than I expected.  Christmas Part 2 to follow…


March Break

11 Mar

Friday morning and March Break has begun!  I packed the van last night and have packed and re-packed the cooler 3 times to make sure everything is going to fit.  We are heading to Sudbury to pick up my parents and will continue on to Blind River, ON for a weekend of fun and fellowship!

Family Camp is a tradition at my parent’s church that goes back to when I was a kid (well, maybe a teenager).  Since being married and having kids, I have only made it back once.  But now that the girls are getting older, and more independent, and less, oh, what’s the word I’m looking for…


That’ll do.

Winter camp holds such good memories for me: the bunkbeds… the TUBE HILL… the Ping-Pong tables… the basement showers…  All you GBCers- know what I’m sayin’?!

It is obviously different when you go as a camper, but Family Camp has its own unique benefits.  Namely, no one to stop you squeezing through the triangle ALL FOUR WAYS!

Do I sound excited?

I am.

I want my girls to experience all the fun that I had at camp.  And I know that they’ll be there with their Mommy.  And that part of the sparkle of Camp can only be experienced when you are on your own, and away from your parents, and with all your best friends that you only see once or twice a year at camp.  But I hope I can lay a foundation that will drive them to forge the types of friendships that can only be made at Camp.

So, here’s to all my GBC friends: thanks for everything.  And, Erin?  I challenge you to the Triangle!  Bring it on- and bring your camera!

I’m curious, what are YOUR plans for March Break?

Bronwyn and Nate playing ball. GBC 2008.

Wade and Holly

Heading for the Triangle!

Know any of these people?