I know that I just posted a bunch of photos yesterday, but it's Foto Friday, and I've missed a few of those lately, so I'm going to post more today. This week, just to be a little different, I'm going with a black and white theme. Let's start with Zach because he hasn't been getting a lot of exposure on this blog lately. He's what people call a good baby: sleeps a lot and doesn't fuss much when he's awake. Except maybe when Buppa holds him. When Buppa held the young Nikki Dee, he seemed to stop her from crying. However, when Buppa holds Zachary, he seems to start him crying. While I'm over-stating it just a tad, there's some truth to what I'm saying.
Speaking of Niki Dee, following are two photos of her rocking on the front porch on Monday afternoon after a little outing with the grands. She was a very sick and dejected little munchkin on the next day (Tuesday) and pretty well recovered on the day after that (Wednesday, Cuppa's birthday). What resilience! On her sick day, she moaned and clung to the nearest adult for the whole day. A listless Nikki Dee is abnormal and heart-wrenching site to behold, let me tell ya. Poor kid.
Meet Saint Al, with his back to you, above. You see, I was around the corner when the handyman genes were dished out, and I need help to do just about anything that involves opposable thumbs. In Sarnia, we had Saint Paul to help us out every now and then. Here we tend to rely on SILly, and in this case our neighbour, Saint Al. He is helping us repair the wall in our front porch. In a townhouse, we live cheek by jowl with our neighbours and our porch is immediately juxtaposed with the guys to the south. So, last year we built a little wall to give us a bit of privacy out there. But over the winter the thing began to warp and buckle rather prodigiously, so Saint Al has stepped in to help rescue the wall and us. Bless you, Al.
Below: this is how odd jobs affect me — send me into immediate surrender mode.