Lost Boys

Don't know what it is but I can't get enough of this movie. When I was younger I wanted to be Star. My sister also says that when I was younger and people asked me what I wanted to be, I said a stripper.....hmmmmmm. Weird.

Viva la Revolucion!!!

Ok. So my sister brought us back some neato post cards from Cuba. Background Info: In my early 20s I developed a fascination with Che Guevara.

Anyhow, she knows I love baseball, she knows I love photography and, obviously I love my baby!!! Therefore the postcards feature Fidel playing baseball, Che peering through a camera lens and lastly, Che holding his little baby.

We got these postcards before Oliver was born and now looking at them again, Matt pointed out just how much Oliver looks like Che's baby. So, I went into iphoto and came across this picture taken a month ago.

Am I crazy? Or do you agree?

Lisa of Green Gables

We found a house for rent. It is fantastico! It's on a lake. It is called Chocolate Lake. Can you believe that?! Swimming in a chocolate lake...

And They're Off.....

The decision has been made to escape the clutches of Port Coquitlam and venture to the opposite coast (or as Matt says, the 'Right Coast'). Now, let me tell you this is no small venture.

There are bills to be canceled.
Boxes to be packed.
Mail to be forwarded.
Jobs to be left.
Jobs to be found.
Lease to break.
House to find.

We have decided to buy a cube van (!) and Matthew is going to drive our stuff clean across the country. His Dad is flying out to be his wing man. Oliver and I have opted out of the 5 day drive.

While I will certainly miss Vancouver, I am excited about a fresh beginning. Finding friends who don't disappear the minute you mention you are pregnant. Being close to family.
Most importantly, I think I am looking forward to getting great deals on lobster (Matt's good friend is a lobster broker!).

You must hear this.

Matthew's hip little sister sent Oliver a welcome to the world gift. You know what it was? Lullaby renditions of Radiohead. Yes. That is correct. I find myself listening to it more than Ollie. Since then, I bought myself renditions of Led Zeppelin (as we all remember the fan he is of Zep). The library of lullabies has enough trip-down-memory-lane rock and reggae than you can shake a stick at.

For anyone with children that will not settle for Barney, I say send in the band.

Growing.

3 weeks

5 weeks

7 weeks

A while back, Matt and I decided to try to document Oliver's growth by photographing him with something static. We had originally thought of a quilt with a crazy pattern, but decided on the polar bear that was my Grandma's. This polar bear has been in the Wiebe family for a good 25 years.

When we were younger, ALL of the grandchildren sat on his lap or jumped on his head (the boys wrestled it). Grandma Lily said that the first of her grandchildren to have a baby would get to have the bear, and lo and behold, c'est moi!

Starting at 3 weeks old, we documented Oliver against the bear. Then at 5 weeks, then at 7 weeks. We are going to continue this until he is 18. Jokes. Perhaps not every 2 weeks though.

*Update: At Oliver's 8 week check-up (and sadly the final visit with Susan our midwife), he weighed 13 pounds and 12.5 ounces. She laughed when he barely fit on the scale- he is sooo long now too! He scored perfectly on all of his tests and Mommy did too!

*Update #2: He slept 6.5 hours STRAIGHT last night. I was so confused that I got up at 5 cause I couldn't sleep anymore. Yay Oliver! You certainly deserve the title of 'Sir' today!

LOOK

I suppose now that Sir Oliver the Small has arrived, I can start to focus my attention on my wedding! Yay!!!! Perusing through Etsy, I came across this retro lace dress at nstylevintage. Wedding-worthy? Not sure. But inspiring nonetheless.