The Neice and the Nephs

i feel very very lucky to have such sweet neices and nephews.
look at that smile. he is frequently attacked with tickles and kisses.

when nephews steal cameras

when nephews don't want to leave the warm house and go to their sisters holiday party.

but since he had to go, he dressed himself.

when neices get bored at the checkout.

Kids These Days

New England Snowstorm

An very christmas-y snowstorm hit on Saturday and L used his
Sunday morning to make sure the back deck was cleared off.
Thanks to his new $3 shovel ...

....decides its time to come in .....

needs someone to open the door for him

Makes his way across the foyer ... boots and all

and straight out the other door.

Well, somebody has to do it !

A Few Odds n' Ends

At Suncor, these ramps are built so the animals can cross over the pipes.

At the other end of the country, here is Pete's Frootique from the
upper level eatery looking down on the actual grocery store.
Cool huh?

Morris Street / Hollis Street intersection.

A perfect cross section of Halifax.

The very very old (on the right)

The cool, artsy coffee shop called The Wired Monk (on the left)

The older, well maintained homes (in the middle)
The new, modern, upscale, high rent apartment building (bottom left)

And of course, the harbour.

This is Only the Beginning

My window in Firebag .... and it wasn't even -47 yet !!!

I put a towel there to stop the breeze coming through ...

Fake Hair. But its Real !?

I have a love-hate relationship with my hair.
Mostly hate.
It takes absolutely forever to grow, and hairdressers seldom seem to understand
my desire to grow it out.
But its thick and a nice color (thanks to L'oreal .... teehee)
It's curly when theres any hint of moisture in the hair. (and I live in the rainiest city I know of)
But it's shiny and I have the choice to go curly or straight.
The scales usually balance out nicely, but ....
An unfortunate occurance this summer (the haircut heard 'round the world)
has had a profound emotional effect on me.
And while I realize that in the grand scheme of things, a bad hair cut is,
well, just that. A bad hair cut.
Keep calm and move on.
Thats a quote I don't live by.
I'm not calm. Never was. Likely never will be.
And this hair cut, which has had to be "fixed" three times, has resulted in
what was supposed to be a chic bob.
It turns out that I, apparently, don't have the same hair chemistry, texture, products - whatever, as the model in the picture I expectantly showed my beloved hairdresser.
(I really do love her. I feel like I've struck gold with her.
I 'cheated on her' in August and will never, ever, stray again ... I promise.)
My hair was spectacular and hip and full and fun when I left my salon.
But left to my own devices, it turns out limp, lifeless and eventually back in a (itsy bitsy) ponytail and lululemon headband ....
Please keep in mind that ALL THIS TIME I know I am being silly, unreasonable, whatever you want to call it.
But I feel ugly and old and icky every single day with this 'do.
So as a Christmas (and bday) present to myself, I've treated - at 50% off by the way (is there any other way??) myself to some extentions.
I've only worn them a couple of times,
but I have to say ........
I feel younger, hipper, happier in my 'real' fake hair.
So real is this hair, that there is actually a grey strand.
Heres a shot.
You'll only get an after shot because the before is well, .......
before.



They were super long when I got them, so I cut them into
a reasonable length. And the hat is worn because I CANNNNNNNN!
A toque on my bob looks like I'm bald.
I know this is a vain post.
But I felt like tellin' my side.
And isn't that what the blogging world is all about ??

Later,
Leanne
xo

Countin down the sleeps to Connecticut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another PEI Visit

Family Photo.
Thanks for having me guys! Love you.
XO


Staring at the cute neighbour girl. No, not really. Not yet anyway.
There was a front end loader next door capturing their attention.

Peek a Boo Brothers

Words can't describe.

Lunch time for Nate. (Try not to eat him yourself!)

Not entirely impressed at being distrubed.

Some brotherly love. Or photo op for big bro. Either one.

J wanting to see the pictures I'd just taken of him.

Chef in his future ....?