Wordless Wednesday - Fortune Cookie

Standing by to receive.

Wednesday of Few Words - Shoes

Yesterday HWSNBN and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary. (A year ago, I wrote this, and it's all still true. Just sub in eight for seven.)

It was a quiet, lazy evening at home - after my Spanish class, of course, and after The Imp was asleep. It's a rare thing, but occasionally HWSNBN and I actually get a chance to hang out together. To talk, grownup to grownup. For just a second last night, it almost felt like it did before we became parents.

Then, we walked around the corner and found this:

Yup. We're a family.

Things That Are True - Kid + Grownup Clothes = Cute

We have a very happy little Canucks fan, here wearing HWSNBN's retro hockey sweater.

The only time I ever think twice about living downtown is during the NHL playoffs when the Canucks are having a successful run.

Longer spring days mean The Imp insists, "It's morning time!" as the prolonged sunset creeps in past his dark curtains at bedtime.

And loud cheers from balconies and open apartment windows all around us put the lie to my, "Okay buddy, the game's over, time for bed!" when it's really only the end of the second period.

I can usually explain the "they just scored" cheers away just by saying that people are happy the Canucks won the game. He accepts that. "I'm happy too!" he says. "Go, Canucks, go!" he shouts before I get him calmed down enough to drift off.

The day The Imp figures out there are three periods in a hockey game? I'm hooped.