Sunny Day Drawings

... and gargling


Eff's portrait of her Dad (my head being apparently too big to fit on the page):

Beach Treasure

Harbour Porpoise (deceased):

Clarification

I fear perhaps I may be getting noses out of joint - like "Why just Ronnie? Why not me?"

Yes you! But you *know* you are implicitly invited. You would not hold back your desire to come here and visit with us fearing you had not received a formal invitation. Unfortunately there was some hiccup in Ronnie's upbringing that rewired that particular brain synapse, and so she requires overkill! We look forward to seeing you ALL at your earliest and most frequent convenience!

I will further lure you with some of Effie's photographs:

Ronnie's Official 2010 Invitation

Just in case their is any doubt surrounding this issue Ronnie, we would like to make sure we have been explicit - you are formally, officially, completely, wholly and with great joy, invited to our house to stay for whatever portion of the 2010 year that you can manage, and then some. With love.

November & December Video

... featuring some shredding, some scooters, a fat man and Ronnie's backside (not necessarily all at once) ::

January slugs

Spiderman Tipover:


The Beatles came to play a set to a supportive, eclectic audience:




Playdoh cake:


Now available in Canada ,woot woot....


Some outdoor time:


14 months (on and off) of hard work complete...


... which got Eff back into the Death Star:

Visit

Rain walk:


Pictureka:


Entertainment:


Living-Room Hockey Team




Road Hockey Team:


Happy New Year!!!

The LAST day

Never mind your fancy New Year's Eve parties, the emergency ward is where it's at for exciting activities on December 31st!

We brought ourselves and our turkey dinner leftovers up to Parksville to hang out with Shannon and co. for a couple of days and the last thing Pucky said before going into anaphylactic shock was "mmmm stuffing" (yeah, we put pecans in our recipe). An EpiPen jab and a 911 call later and he was en route to the hospital - me trailing, full of guilt, behind the ambulance. I should say Pucky was by this point fine and alert enough to take and post pictures to his blog, even getting the ambulance to slow down so that his pictures weren't so shaky! Anyway, the emergency waiting room was reasonably exciting and thankfully lacking in blood and gore. And, I found out later that Pucky asked the doctor if he could go out, all official like, and tell me that "he didn't make it" (professional ethics prevented the doc from doing this)!

Photo of Pucky's warm left foot courtesy his iPhone (live blogging from emerg)...