The Story of March Break

Hot chocolate in a hand-made cavern

This post is devoted entirely to our relatively jam-packed March Break. In what is now a second annual tradition, Bill and Barb (ie, Grandma and Grandpa) rented a chalet in the small New Brunswick town of Richibucto for a couple of days, and invited us along.  Besides being a beautiful spot, this chalet boasts close proximity to Kouchibouguac National Park, a winter haven for those who love cross-country skiing, sledding, and any number of other snow-based activities. 

Clark and the kids were quick to accept the invitation, though I knew I wouldn't have much fun this time around.  I'm still nauseous daily, and being on the cusp of my third trimester, was leery to  spend my days doing activities where I would most definitely take a number of tumbles. My plan, therefore, was to just hunker down in Dartmouth, having a quiet (albeit very lonely) week to myself.  

With literally 30 minutes before departure, however, I made a very spontaneous decision to pack my bags and join in -- not on the winter retreat, but rather for a week in Fredericton. My plan was to stay at my parent's house, and take advantage of Deborah's (ie, Clark's mom's) amazing pottery studio.  Really, I think it was the thought of spending a few days with my hands in clay that sold me in the end. I can't use my own little garage-based "studio" in the winter until Clark gets around to building a wall (therefore enabling a constant warmish temperature). It has literally been months since I've been able to make anything, and I yearned for it.

So, having weathered a big Maritimes-based snowstorm on Friday (which made driving impossible,  but blessed an otherwise barren Kouchibouguac with a huge dump of snow), we all headed out on Saturday.  Phase one of March Break: a few days of all four of us hanging out in Fredericton.

Linden discovers my mom's accordion. He was enthralled.

Juniper discovers a little synth that plays beats and rhythms. She was enthralled (the rest of us not so much).

Liz and Pat visit!

Linden finds a random huge marionette on the inglenook (naturally), and gives a show through the slots in the stairs.

 Phase two of March Break: the Kouchibouguac/Fredericton split.  Knowing we were getting another huge couple of snowstorms starting on Tuesday afternoon, Clark and the kids packed up as early as possible Tuesday morning, and headed on their way, dropping me off at the studio before they left.  I can safely say that both parties had a whale of a time.  It snowed steadily for a good three days, which did not deter anybody. The Kouchibouguac team skied, sledded, built extensive snow tunnels/caverns, and played games or jammed when it was too stormy for outdoor activities:

Juniper and Bill on the beautiful cross-country tracks

Linden was keen on going as fast as humanly possible

Day two - Juniper totally hit her stride.

The big sledding hill

The synth came with the kids, and Scott and Linden rock out

Tunnelling into the massive snow drifts outside the chalet 

Rosy-cheeked and happy as a clam

Like father, like son

Mid-leap...

... abd exultant landing

Making hot chocolate in the cavern with Aunt Theresa

Enjoying the spoils with Scott

Linden carefully considers his option in a game of chess

Sunny breakfast

Meanwhile, back in Fredericton, I was making daily pilgrimages from my parent's house to Deborah's studio.  I was actually worried I would be unable to get there on Wednesday, as it stormed all day long.  Luckily, it is a very short little drive (in fact, I often walk between houses when the river path is passable), so mom was able to drop me off and pick me up during lulls in the snow.  I spent hours and hours in there, throwing, trimming, glazing, and loading/unloading the kiln.  It was actually quite productive, and a marvellous bit of therapy/diversion.  I took no pictures in the midst of it all, but I did snap a couple of shots of the aftermath:

I had a bunch of stuff that I had thrown long ago, and was finally able to be glaze-fired

An entire shelf of newly thrown and trimmed pots, in both buff and red clay. I was particularly interested in big bowls, clearly.

Finally, after a few days of our own amazing adventures, Clark and the kids rejoined me in Fredericton.  It was so nice that we decided to stay an extra day before heading back to Nova Scotia.  Clark and I got to join some of our oldest friends for a drink and chat on Thursday night (Jane and Christie, who live in Fredericton, and Zsofi, who was also visiting for the break), and then we spent the better part of Friday hanging out at the Koller's beautiful Mactaquac home with Zsofi and the girls. It was lovely.

The boys dig out the solid chunks of ice at the end of the driveway

Eating a yummy lunch with Eva and Sylvie

Taking advantage of the Foosball Table

Group shot.  How cute are these kids?

Linden and Bob watch curling. Enthralling, no doubt.

And... that was that about that!  It was a super easy trip back (no crazy snow squalls like we had weathered on the way down), and we had a full buffer day before the kids headed back to school.  It was gorgeous and sunny, so we headed to Point Pleasant park, which is a favourite hike and play destination in Halifax:

Hanging out on a big piece of beach driftwood, after mining for "beautiful shells"

Playing gleefully among the old barracks.

Snack break

Hiding behind the big brick roof

When else do you get to stand on, and then leap off of roofs?

I include this because if you look carefully, you can see a big black tummy sticking out of my not-fully-closed coat.

Posed shot. Album cover?

And here we are, hanging out on Monday morning,  mentally rejuvenated from our adventures. I say "we",  as Linden is here with me, nursing what appears to be a sprained ankle (likely from all that jumping and running around the old forts). He has so far watched two episodes of Blue Planet, and hopped his way around the house. I believe I am in for a (very) long day hanging out with a kid who normally needs a huge amount of physical play to keep himself amused.  Ah, well. See you next time!

Mish-Mash Catch-up

That brief moment when it was a wintery February

Creeeaaaakkkkk!  That was the sound of my rusty blogging muscles warming up. It's been a good few weeks since I last posted... in part because I claim pregnancy rights to do whatever I feel like doing (or not doing).  More to the point, however, this February has been particularly uninspiring.  Had I indeed faithfully posted every week, you would have likely been treated to a running narrative about the various stages of minor but inconvenient illnesses that were currently sweeping through our household, paired with the bad attitudes that went along with them.  And undoubtedly, there would have been some well-placed jabs about February thrown into the mix for good measure.  So, in truth, I did a favour to everyone involved by just taking a step back and a breather for a little bit.

In case anyone is keeping track, Linden has now indeed managed to lose one of this pair of custom-crafted convertible mitts I made him.

So what I am offering today is a relatively random assemblage of photos from the few moments I actually brought my camera out this past month, with maybe a handful of stories if I remember them.  It is a good reminder that February isn't ALL bad. 

Linden carefully and fastidiously crafts Valentines for his class

Oh!  Valentine's Day.  OK, that warrants a bit of a story. So this year, both kids were very keen on hand-crafting cards for their respective classmates.  It was a project that spanned over a week, and involved scissors, markers, card stock, stickers, and even individually-rendered poems and messages for the most deserving of friends.  On the day of, the cards were carefully packed up, and off they went to school.

Meanwhile, I started getting ready to head to the IWK for my 20-week ultrasound. I was excited, and therefore (thankfully) ready nice and early, in order to both pick Clark up from work and get to the hospital with lots of time to spare.  When I went to call Clark to tell him I was coming, however, I could not, for the life of me, find my phone.   Finally, I decided to check the car, but... my keys were also gone.  Now, I have been known to misplace things now and again, but both my keys AND my phone was a bit unprecedented, and completely baffling, as I tend to put them in the same place 98% of the time.  It was then that I realized, to my horror, two things simultaneously:
1. My phone was, indeed, inside the car, with a completely dead battery, and
2. Juniper had been the last one to use my keys, when she went to get the mail the night before.

So there I was, with no phone and no way of getting into (or driving) the car, and a very important ultrasound on the other side of the harbour, ticking closer and closer.  I managed to get a hold of Clark (via Google Hangouts, thank-you, internet), who immediately called a cab to come back home, hopefully with enough time left to drive us both to the hospital. MEANWHILE, Clark had also gotten a call from Juniper's teacher, explaining that her Valentine's cards were nowhere to be found, and that Juniper was very upset.  What the hell?  I'd watched her pack them in her bag myself!

Fast-forward a bit, and though the cab was slow as molasses, Clark and I got to the hospital for EXACTLY my appointment time (not 20 minutes early, as we had been advised, but I'll take the small miracles when I get them).  I'd offer you an ultrasound picture, but since I am no longer high-risk, I was down on the first floor where they don't tell you anything, won't offer you pictures (unless you want to pay $40), and ban the use of cameras or cell-phones, lest you sneakily try and take a photo of the screen yourself.

After the appointment, we decided to head on over to the school, to check in on Juniper.  We didn't have her missing cards, but we DID have her indoor sneakers (which she had accidentally taken home the night before and then forgotten to bring back in), and I was, shall we say, a little bit anxious to see if my keys were in her coat pocket. When we got there, she was eating lunch while determinately cutting out a whole new set of cards for everybody, and in relatively good spirits (she'd had a bit of a cry when she couldn't find them earlier).  Here were the end results of that day:

1. The 2nd set of cards got made in time to hand them out, and the missing cards were returned the next day, as they had fallen out on the bus.
2. My keys WERE safely tucked away in Juniper's coat pocket, and therefore I didn't need to pay the gajillion dollars to get a new car one made.
3. Wait for it ... unless there was a craftily hidden organ throughout the ultrasound, we're having a GIRL!  Though they won't tell you anything at the ultrasound itself, they will now divulge the information to your practitioner, who can tell you. (Back wen I had Juniper and Linden, you just weren't allowed to know, period).

Whew.  There must have been some strange planetary alignment that day or something!

Juniper reads to Zoë, our adorable next-door neighbour

OK, I truly think that was the only real story I had to relate.  Otherwise, a few shots from some woods walks, and other day-to-day activities throughout the month:

On Heritage Day (or Family Day, as it's known in other parts of the country).

Clearly, we haven't been getting out enough - here are both kids at the end of that tiny little Heritage Day walk around the pond, looking as though they'd just completed a multi-day marathon.

Such nice light and tranquility, I had to capture it.  It doesn't happen all that often, but it's lovely when it does!

The nice thing about no snow in February is that you can take your remote control truck for a spin in the woods.

Inexplicably, Juniper has taken to bringing handbags on hikes, rather than backpacks.  

Two handsome fellas!

Calm evening, with everyone doing their own thing.

OK, that's all for now!  See you in a week or two!