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Get out there!

I want to be an adventurer, or maybe I always have been one and just want to do more. How do I know it, how did I figure it out? I think right now I’m measuring it against my two most recent regrets, encountered on a trip to kauai:

  • I regret not jumping into this river (or off of this waterfall, depending on your perspective) and only filming my brother in law doing it. It didn’t even strike me at the time, and only later did I figure it out, and now I’ve missed the opportunity:

  • I regret not doing a drift dive following the two boat dives I did while on vacation. I felt guilty about signing up for another dive and leaving my family for a day, so I didn’t do it; but now i feel I’ve really missed something.

These may sound like strange regrets to some, but I find myself seriously bummed out by them. This is not to say that I didn’t have fun with my family on my vacation, because I did; I just think I came up a bit short of where I could have, personally. I’m pretty sure this isn’t a midlife crisis, because this is kind of a long standing problem, and I think it’s just a symptom of the fact that I want to be an adventurer. So I’m re-purposing my blog to talk about that.

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Local resident gets a cleaning

 

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Stuck in the 90s again

2013-11-29 15.33.12It was a time of Seinfeld, X-Files, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and when we were still open to the wonders of computerized special effects in Jurassic Park (they had not yet been abused by George Lucas).  Accessing the world outside your computer was predominantly BBS and 14.4 modems.  It was a time when I was young – physically, mentally (not that this has improved), and to Calgary itself.  Moxy Fruvous said it best: we were stuck in the 90s.  Grunge was king (hey, at least they wrote their own music), U2 was riding high on Achtung Baby and Zooropa, and I was in high school in downtown Calgary. Western Canada High School was and is about French Immersion and the IB program.  I’ll be honest up front, I am not an overachieving kind of guy, and French Immersion was my entrance ticket to Western.  Lucky ticket, though; golden ticket.

2013-11-29 15.33.43For a lot of people, high school is painful, stressful, lonely and difficult: hormones are firing on all cylinders in both sexes, and it’s a time in our lives when average people likely experience the worst in themselves, as a result. For me, though, and quite a few of my friends (Erik, for example), high school presented some of the best years of our lives.  From September, 1990 to June, 1994, I called WCHS my home and met many people whom I still consider to be family.  Maybe it was my oblivious nature that shielded me, or maybe I was lucky, or maybe it was a deep-down desire to have fun wherever I was (I vote this, and I vote my friends shared this sentiment), but I avoided the bullying and cliques that found painful memories in so many people.

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One thing at a time

Mine and the boy's skates, ready for a test drive at the local outdoor rink in perfect winter weather.

Mine and the boy’s skates, ready for a test drive at the local outdoor rink in perfect winter weather.

First, the good news.

Well, it doesn’t start well. I have plantar fasciitis and it hurts a lot. When I developed this, quite a few things I love got put on the sidelines because of the pain. Skiing, skating, and hiking all got pretty difficult, for example. I would have to take my ski boots off for ten minutes after one run – not enjoyable.

Skating is a lot of fun and I’ve always prided myself on being a pretty good skater. I could never score goals, but I was fast. With the deterioration of my feet, it became too painful. We’re talking severe pain within a couple of minutes of lacing up, sometimes before I even hit the ice. I was pretty sad about it, especially since before all of this foot nonsense I’d just gotten some new CCM 652 Tacks.

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Yoga for Toddlers

Graham is very health conscious.  Here you can see him winding down from the busy day with his favorite wind-down exercise: yoga. Every time I see him pull a pose, I am jealous of his strength and flexibility. I guess that your strength to weight ratio at 30 pounds is a little better than decent. Hopefully he keeps up with his regime, so he won’t be quite as creaky as me when he reaches my age. 🙂

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More of his amazing skill after the break.

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Baby Making Noises

I have to say, you don’t really understand until you’re a parent just how much fun it is to watch a baby grow up.  Graham is big now, and we can talk, and he can tell us what he wants (or doesn’t want), but it wasn’t that long ago that he was doing exactly what Sabrina is doing in the videos below.  They only have a year and a half between them!  Heck, it wasn’t that long ago that Sabrina wasn’t even capable of making eye contact!  How quickly things change and children grow.  Now Sabrina loves to grab things, and she’ll shift her body to the optimal reach position to get at something she wants, which makes her hard to carry sometimes.  She’s super-tiny (25th percentile or something like that), but that doesn’t mean she’s lacking in strength!  She also smiles whenever mom or I walk into her field of view, genuinely happy to see us.  It’s so much fun to watch.  I’ll stop gushing now.

First, here’s how you make a bib really wet, really quickly:

Second, here’s just how funny a bouncing ball really can be:

We have an absolutely excellent video of her talking as well, I’ll try to get that online tonight.

Baby Laughing Fight

Our two kids are separated by 20 months, but thanks to the advent of modern technology, we can match them up at the same age.  Battle #1 is a battle of the baby laugh.  Who wins?  Who loses?  Well, I’m not sure who loses, but we all win because the laughing is pretty funny.  I guess maybe I lose, because my video-making skills are somewhat lackluster.  Anyways, enjoy; here’s what our two kids sounded like at 3.5-4 months old.

It’s good to have help (part 2)

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When he hits with the hammer, it goes "knock knock..."

Well it’s 2am and the little one is up, so I thought I’d post a good picture of the terrific amount of help the older one has been providing around the house. We all know he has the aptitude, as we learned in part 1 of this helping series.  The extra set of hands has been invaluable.

A small conversation

I had a little chat with my little girl when I got home from work, yesterday.  You don’t often get the chance one on one with her to just have a little talk; usually her brother’s in the background demanding to see what’s happening on the camera or running around playing with something loudly.  It turns out she’s got a lot to say about the world:  she’s got opinions and stuff.  Just listen to her shut down all my ideas and advice!

It’s good to have help.

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It was a pretty nice day out yesterday, so I took the opportunity to clean up some bike drive trains while the weather is still good.  While I was doing this, I enlisted the help of my roommate as a mechanic. He’s an expert, and he helps me to keep the rides in top-notch condition.

The family in fall

We had an absolutely perfect Saturday to go down to North Glenmore Park and take some family photos.  I gotta say, if you get a perfect fall day in Calgary, it’s pretty tough to beat.  It was high 20s (Celsius for those who would think me nuts!), and not a cloud in the sky.  All the leaves in the place were yellow, with half of them on the still green grass, and half of them still on the trees.  Talk about an idyllic setting for photos, and a great environment for Graham to run and romp and generally wear himself out.  We took the “Umbrella” video on the same outing, but the pictures were slower to come than the video out of my phone.  Anyways, as you can clearly see, I love my family!  You can find the full photo set from this day here.

Our family in September, 2011

Running... always running.

Turns out we really picked the day right, too; the next day the winds picked up and all the leaves are likely off the trees now.