The Canucks. My husband grows play-off beards for them; drinks Guinness with them; holds his breath during shoot-outs for them. He is a life-long fan and these days, bath and bedtime stand in his way when the game is on. In my husband’s 37 years he has never been to a game – not at [...]
Archive for the ‘Easter Road Trip’ Category
Garage Adventures
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged 12, 13, beer, Canucks, Christmas, Colorado vs Vancouver, Finn, GM Place, Guinness, Harlem Globetrotter, Luongo, mascot, nosebleed, O'Canada, Pacific Coliseum, pink Peltor Kid Ear Muffs, play-off beards, row 13, seats 11, section 329, shoot outs, Stanley Cup on April 12, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Failure To Stop
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged brake pedal, brakes, Budget Brake and Muffler, Burnaby, Byrne Creek School, Google Map, Ikea, Kingsway, minivan, Vancouver on April 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The brakes failed on the minivan as the girls and I drove to Ikea. There I was, calmly fighting the brake pedal, in Kingsway traffic. It: wanted to buck my foot off (something it succeeded on doing twice) with grinding pops. I: wanted the minivan and the shrieking metal on metal sound to stop. We [...]
Tow Mater
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged Cars, Tow Mater on April 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It can’t be legal to sit in the minivan while it’s hoisted into the air and driven through the parking lot, but it was fun. The driver offered to drive us to the entranceway of the school so we could wait there for our taxi. I declined as Miss Q’s fingers were digging into my [...]
The Littles’ First Taxi Ride
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged car seats, professional drivers, Taxies on April 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Taxies. It seems wrong that (a) your children don’t have to be in car seats while in them (b) you don’t have to be buckled and (c) babies can sit on your lap. Just because they’re “professional drivers” doesn’t mean that other drivers won’t plow into them. And have you seen how some taxi’s drive? [...]
Saved By a Train
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged Amazing Race, Bay, BC Ferries, Budget Brake and Muffler, Ergo, faux hawk, food court, Hello Kitty, Metrotown, taxi, train on April 10, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It was painfully obvious as we strolled through a plastic Hello Kitty store (everything was in plastic bags), that wandering in and out of stores for three hours wasn’t going to cut it. Miss Q had already walked for an hour from Budget Brake and Muffler to Metrotown – the last 30 minutes of the [...]
Me and the Pageant Mum… Who Was Also Me.
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged chick, chocolate, contest, Easter Bonnet, egg hunts, flower, gauntlet has been dropped, head shaves, judge, lei, Lilliput, pageant mum, pipe cleaner on April 9, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Egg hunts and head shaves aside, my favourite activity is the (perhaps slightly rigged) Easter Bonnet contest. Shortly after glaring at my husband for feeding Miss Q a Lilliput easter egg (the small foil wrapped ones), I realized that I had morphed into a pageant mum. (The kind of pageant mum that gets herself on [...]
Ice Cream Bucket
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged "grabbing life", carseat, Dodge Caravan, engine, ice cream bucket, juice boxes, Mainland, pee, Penticton, public washroom, Sardis, Surrey, Tetris, water on April 8, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Poor Miss Q is getting a bad rep and she’s only up-chucked in her carseat twice. However, for my husband, twice was two times too many – because he was the one cleaning the apparatus. So, thinking ahead to the nearly 24-hours (round trip) she was going to be in the car, he packed an [...]
Through The Night
Posted in Easter Road Trip, Motherhood, tagged Chilliwack, ferry, lower car deck, Osoyoos, Pacific Buffet, Princeton, Sardis, Swartz Bay, Thrify's, Tim Hortons, Tsawwassen, Victoria on April 7, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
We decided, once again, that the best way to get to the grandparents in Osoyoos was to drive through the night with our littles. What is usually a seven-hour trip (including the ferries) has become an almost twelve-hour marathon; with my husband and I nattering at each other from Princeton to Osoyoos to keep each [...]