I hope this isn’t the trend – an infrequent big pile of pictures. I would like to be posting to the blog more often, which has the bonus of involving less work each post. On the other hand, the infrequent posting is because of a full and rich life, so… that’s good.
The plan a week ago was to write in appreciation of the fabulous Easter feast at the Barans’. Rita cooked up a mouth-watering ham and we coloured eggs (well, mostly Chris and I coloured eggs. Go figure). It was a quiet, quality evening that felt very centering. A calm eddy in the usual torrent of activity. Avery received one of those circular wheely deals that every toddler loves, but her feet don’t quite reach the ground yet. No worries. There’s enough onboard entertainment to keep her occupied until then.
Since then the weather has been cruelly teasing us. I’ve worn shorts three times and a rain jacket three times. Today looks to be a dreary stuck in the middle sort of affair despite the beautiful sunrise. Yeah, I see a lot of sunrises these days. Oh, Avery. You early rising rascal.
Did I mention we have a table on the way? With chairs and everything? Marjorie is beside herself with anticipation. So is her mom. Actual family meals around a real purpose-designed table. I grudgingly admit I will probably enjoy it as well. For the novelty if nothing else.
Check out that kimono onesie Avery is wearing. A gift from Katie and Emily. Possibly the cutest thing ever. Avery loves it. Lots of room for her frequent workouts. “Workouts” generally involve swimming across the floor. She’s not crawling yet, but SO close. She’ll push right up on her hands and feet, as high as she can push, and then she’s not quite sure what to do next. I’ve seen her manage to move a knee forward twice now though, so the trundling terror is right around the corner. That’s assuming she doesn’t just stand up and toddle. Could go either way. Currently her fastest mode of transport is wriggling backward on her tummy, and she’s definitely interested in getting places. She gets frustrated when she backs up against a wall and can’t figure out how to keep going.
So spring is imminent! It’s not quite time to flip the closet, but soon. Just in time for a crawling baby. Baby, meet world. World, well, you’ve been warned.
In other news, I picked up my new sport coat, so I can look especially snazzy when Chaos pitches its work in Banff this June. Last year we took one series and it went very well, but in the end nobody bit. Not too surprising. We know the show is ambitious. Game changing, sure, but scary for any network not ready to take the big leap forward. This year we’re taking the entire A-Flight armory. Three series and a feature. And enough ideas to float a network indefinitely. We will be glad-handing the industry elite, and where we made a good impression last year, this time we take no prisoners. The more we learn about our chosen industry, the more we see that the only thing standing between us and domination is who we know. Or, more specifically, who we don’t know. Time to fix that.
We recently got some encouraging news about the deliberately vague super-secret project we’ve been working on with unnamed A-List Talent. No ticker tape parade yet, but in this particular case, it turns out that no news was very good news indeed. A deal might still be a year away, or more, or less – there’s just no way of knowing – but the myriad threads are starting to come together. Wish I could say more. I will just say that his success is our success, whereas this time last week I thought quite the opposite.
Ok! Time to shower. We’re off for lunch with Gramma Judy and her bestie Roseanne, and guest starring Rita. And then, Lee and I head to the Flying Puck to watch the Canucks stomp Colorado. Happy Saturday! Hope your weekend is scintillatingly super fantastic and full of wins.