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2013/07/24 / Shanan


I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, so I’m going to let the photos do most of the talking today.  Plus I cannot for the life of me think of a more engaging title for this post.  I believe it is Raffi who is responsible for this.

We are lucky enough to live just a few minutes from a stretch of coastline along Georgian Bay, where there are little inlets of rocky beach and water to lap at your toes.

People swim there (though it’s usually cold!) and set up picnics and buy french fries from the one concession, ‘The Chipper.’  It can get very busy in the summertime and because we seem to exhibit odd homebody hermit tendencies, we usually opt just not to bother.  I would call that an embarrassment of riches, which is indeed embarrassing if you don’t actually take advantage of it.  Well, thank god for house guests!  No, I mean it. Leaving their downtown Toronto abode for the weekend, Lisa and Nick wanted to SWIM.  And so we went, and so we did (okay, Chris and I stayed on dry land and threw the kid in).  And it was a genuinely perfect morning.

georgian bay collingwood swim weekend summer

georgian bay collingwood swim weekend summer



georgian bay collingwood swim weekend summer

Jean shorts yet again.  How the mighty have fallen.


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2013/07/19 / Shanan


We are getting a bit antsy around here.  It’s hot as hell so we’re trying to keep activities confined to the shade as much as possible.  After building a ‘train’ with milk crates, reading every book we own three times over, and consuming eight thousand blackberries (give or take a few), something had to give.  I somehow got it in my head that it would be fun to dye our hair with Kool-Aid in the backyard, like I used to do as a teenager.

And by ‘fun,’ I guess what I meant to say was ‘actually really messy and weird.’  I doubt I’ll win any parenting awards for dyeing my toddler’s flaxen locks with artificial tropical punch product.

kool aid packets hair dye

I requested a ‘few’ packets of red and orange… Chris returned from the grocery store with an assortment of 12.  OHHHH YEAHHHH!  We went with the blue packet (hello, baby seapunk) which… actually turned out to be red inside.


Creepy gloved hands, innocent awaiting face.


We kind of winged it on the process.  I mixed a few packets of Kool-Aid with warm water to dissolve the sugar crystals and added some hair conditioner because I remember reading something on the internet about that? The chemistry gets a bit fuzzy here.



More photos and the all-important ‘before and after’ reveal, after the jump…


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2013/07/15 / Shanan


This past weekend we hosted two of my oldest, funniest, dearest friends, both of whom now live in Europe (who ever thought these boys from East York would end up leading such jet-set lifestyles?).  Their main request was to have a classic barbeque – apparently finding good corn on the cob is an impossibility over there – which we were more than happy to oblige.

The meal was capped off by the construction of an absolutely MASSIVE bonfire.  Like, flames up to the sky, curtain of heat, don’t even THINK about getting close enough to roast that marshmallow yet.  It was definitely the kind of thing that wouldn’t have been possible back in the city in our old postage-stamp-sized backyard.

And, it was the first time this summer that I’d really spent time outside our place at night, having drinks, laughing, and truly relaxing.  Why aren’t we doing this every week?

bonfire country marshmallows

I’m standing to the left, desperately clutching the bag of marshmallows.  Crescent moon above.

bonfire spray ashes

Really neat night-time photos taken by Gareth Long.  Animated GIF brilliance (debatable) by yours truly.

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2013/07/09 / Shanan


ICE CREAM!!  It’s a small thing but it’s a wonderful thing, am I right?  And my baby enjoying an ice cream cone for the very first time was a comically attainable goal from our summer bucket list.  I’d been waiting to show off my artisanal ice cream-making skills, you know, maybe whip up some homemade waffle cones and have the family pose in front of peony bushes.

But… on Saturday at 5 pm we decided to just go to the little summer-time produce market up the road, and get some bleedin’ ice cream from their freezer, plunk it in the hands of a 2 year old with eyes the size of dinner plates, and consume at their neighbouring picnic tables.  Success!


Theo had a ‘baby cone’ with black raspberry ice cream – the stipulation being that she wanted the flavour to be ‘purple.’ Hubby got some double-scooper-ungodly-flavour-mash-up that was gone in 60 seconds, and I went for my beloved standby, chocolate mint chip.  Because even when it’s bright green, it’s still so good.  Ps, are you totally bored yet?



Ye olde-time-y ice cream vignette.


Who IS this handsome devil?




Game, set, match in the shoe department, ladies.

Quick – what’s your favourite flavour (or ‘flavor’ for the Americans out there)?