The Perfect Hitmen Game

We went to watch the Hitmen take on the Portland Winterhawks - it was double exchange night, so we got to exchange each one of mom and dad's unused season tickets for 2 tickets. I guess not a lot of people knew about double exchange night as there was hardly anyone there. That, or maybe it was the fact that it was a weekday night.

But, it didn't bother us that there wasn't very many other fans there. That just means more chances for us to be on the jumbotraun! Logan and Katie were both on the big screen multiple times through out the night.

AND, we got Farley almost all to ourselves! We were lucky enough to get GREAT seats (2nd row, right behind the goalie) and it happened to be where the zambonie AND Farley came out. Farley came and "talked" to us a lot. Logan had a LOT of stories to tell him.... poor Farley.

Initially Katie liked Farley. She gave him high fives and said "hi". But then Farley started to tickle her...


It wasn't long after that Katie to decide she no longer liked Farley.

Despite bringing out all their best dance moves, and some of the only kids there, poor Logan and Katie were crushed that they didn't win the "Dance for Your Dinner" competition. But at least they were contestants and made it up on the big screen.... again.

We saw a lot of action from our seats... to bad it was always the Winterhawks scoring. The Hitmen lost 7-1.

Even Farley was getting pretty ticked off.

Farley brought both Logan and Katie a surprise during the last period. For Logan he brought blue cotton candy - something Logan had asked for all night, but was continuously told "Only Grandpa buys Cotton Candy, and grandpa's not here".

And he tried to win Katie over by bringing her a plush Farley.... I don't think it worked.

In the end it was the perfect Hitmen game. We really couldn't have asked for much more. Well, maybe a win on the Hitmen's behalf.... and it wouldn't have hurt to win the 50/50.

Poor daddy - the mule horse - carrying both kids back to the car.

Too Big! Go Away!

Over the last week I have read so many beautiful things written by family members and friends about Connor. Things that have made me laugh out loud remembering that special little boy, and things that have brought me to tears wishing he was still here.

I wish I could write words like those. I wish I could put all my emotions and feelings into sentences and produce something beautiful and worthy of Connor. But the truth is, I've discovered that in circumstances like this, I can't. I can't find the right things to say (and more often than not, end up saying something awful by mistake and wind up putting my foot in my mouth.)

I've been very blessed to have been Connor's cousin. He was the only other red headed grandchild, and because of that I always felt a small, but special connection to him. I will always remember his funny "Connorisms" and how he would destroy our basement everytime he came over :) I'll remember the "love taps and kicks" he'd give in grandma and grandpa's crowded living room (and how even Katie had learned to walk around the coffee table to avoid being loved by Connor) I'll remember how he used to cry out "HEY!" from the back seat of the van when you drove by a McDonalds or playground. How the giggles would spill out when he just looked at my sister Robyn - (I agree Connor, she really is just that funny looking!) A particular trip to Burger King and how he wore his paper crown all the way back to our house.

I'm very thankful to Uncle Jerry and Auntie Geraldine for sharing him with us all - for allowing us to be there with them during his last few days. For allowing us to be there when he left to be with our Heavenly Father in heaven. It was very powerful and moving, and something I will remember for ever.

My Goof Ball

Logan's new head wear

Logan made this little number at preschool the other day - nice face Logan!

They were learning about the very first Thanksgiving and how the pilgrims asked the Indians to come and join them for a feast - at least thats what we can gather from the bits and pieces Logan tells us. Logan is LOVING preschool. I was worried he would become bored with it after the first two or three weeks, but no.... every single morning he comes running into our room and asks "Do I have school TODAY?!?!" Now I regret putting him in only two days a week, rather than 3! Every time I pick him up from school I ask him, "What did you learn/do today?" And I usually get the same answer "Uhh... I don't member". But slowly throughout the week bits and pieces come out. He tells us random bits of information that Mark and I can only assume he learnt at school. He sings new songs neither Mark or I have ever heard before (that again, must be from school, that or this kid is a musical genius!) He tells us funny stories about what his new friends Theo or Jacob did that day, and how Esther got in trouble. Oh, and he ALWAYS is sure to tell me what the other kids had for snack and how he wants the same thing next time!

This is Logan's new FAVORITE piece of head wear... his dirt bike helmet!!

Mark bought an incredibly old and geeky looking dirty bike off of someone he moved a couple of weeks ago. It's like a 1977 yamaha two stroke something or other... very lame if you ask me. But if you ask Mark, its the coolest thing ever! (I'll be sure to take pictures on Saturday when we're at the acreage for Thanksgiving). Since Mark sold all of his dirt biking stuff a couple of years ago he began scouring kijiji for a used helmet. Nothing too fancy or expensive as the bike was practically free and will be used mainly for just putting around the acreage. He found one online that looked like a good deal, so we all jumped in the car and accompanied him to go see it. Good thing we all decided to go, because the seller also had some kid helmets they were looking to get ride of at the same time. So Logan was lucky enough to come home with this awesome fox helmet - now all he needs is the bike/quad!! :)