We had two power cuts in the apartment block today. The first, this afternoon, was just a bit of fun. The second, this evening, about five minutes before Jamie was supposed to go to bed, was rather more dramatic. Turns out that the emergency lighting in the halls is non-existent; we had one of the only lights outside our door which lasted for about the first hour of the blackout. Thankfully, our eternal search for the perfect nightlight for the kids’ room meant that we have several battery-powered lights and a little ghost lamp to take the edge off the darkness. We also met a few neighbours who appeared from nowhere (well, dark apartments actually) in search of matches etc. Most dramatic of all was the poor man stuck in the lift – Paul rang the fire department and they arrived in fairly good time to free him. A neighbour stood outside the lift translating proceedings into Japanese to reassure him.
The best part of the whole drama was Jamie’s reaction. Boy scouts watch out! As he and Paul set off to assess the situation, I could hear Jamie saying ‘okay, I am the person who rescues everyone. If you see anyone who needs help Dad, you tell me and I will rescue them okay? Right, what do we need. Torch? Check. Tools? Check…‘The firemen (who had both been to NZ!) were very obliging and paused in their busy evening to let us take this photo. The power is back on and the crisis averted (just in time to watch Boston Legal!) But we have left a bag at the door with coats, snacks and passports. The thought of all those candles burning throughout the building has left us a little nervous… (and I wonder where Jamie gets it from?!)
Finally getting the chance to play around with some of the cool apps that are on my laptop, and am having a ball of a time with Adobe Lightbox.
The theme for Charlie’s party (which was a moveable feast over several days!) was ice hockey. The mini hockey stick we gave him goes to bed with him every night. First thing we hear in the morning in his very stern voice is ‘Charlie out bed! Charlie play hockey now!’
there are benefits to living in a varsity apartments, the amount of people coming to our door is minimal and they are only allowed to trick or treat till 7pm, with 15mins to go there had better be a rush on the sppoks outside or there is a big bowl of ‘candy’ [chocolate to you and me and the rest of the sane world] that will be all Pauls!!!
We did have two wee boys come to the door however?
A few band members short of a band or impending stardom, however the glasses go a wee way towards the Lian Gallagher look.
If any one [i guess family] would like better quality pics of the boys or Vancouver just drop me a line and i’ll ping it off to you for printing. All of the pics on this blog will print like a dog as I’ve reduced everything to 72dpi bare basics for quicker uploading.
Charlie’s absolute obsession these days is Ice Hockey (or just hockey to the locals). As soon as he sees anything to do with Hockey he yells either “hockeeeeeey” or “Goooaaaal!”. We put pics on his wall and his adventure playmobile boy with skates, a bike and a hockey stick is the greatest toy ever invented.
If we are channel surfing and happen across a hockey game we are in trouble. He then has to plant himself on your knee take a thumb in his hand (wumm) and starts sucking his thumb. He especially loves the big hits and of course the goals. We are now hoping to have a hockey party for his birthday as Joe and Gerry (from my party) are both mad hockey players and coaches and are keen as to get the boys skating.
This video is of Charlie at Joe and Sarah’s basement playing with the ‘big boys’ stick. I’ve had to cut down the vid as it goes forever – he just won’t give up on that dammmed puck (say that as a young kid)