This baby loves to partaaaaay. Being oot + aboot – getting all social!
His mother on the other hand will beg to differ. I’m as tired as a pack mule. During the week, Langdon + I don’t really see much of Jeff because of his long work hours. But on the weekends we’re still running around making ourselves even more exhausted! Why? Because we are gluttons for punishment.
Here’s Langdon’s first hipster event in Calgary. The Market Collective craft fair. The 3 of us were in the “big city” for a weekend while Jeff attended the Hell on Wheels season 4 premier. Dad stayed out late (tsk tsk is all I have to say, but let’s not get into that situation) – so my wee son + I walked around to get some fresh air. Langdon is blissing out to the fresh beats the DJ is spinning.
Juna pushed the stroller as we headed towards the Canmore Folk Fest. Langdon is heavy as all get out + she did an exceptional job the entire day! And I’m not exaggerating when I say she pushed him THE ENTIRE DAY – she loves Langdon more than all the unicorns in the universe!
I really didn’t want to go to the folk fest. I was tired, hot + super Tasmanian Devil cranky. Here’s a picture of some good looking sensitive folkies singing on stage. I have no idea who they are but there you go. Proof I actually listened to some music for a hot second. I was determined to not enjoy myself.
Did you know that in my book Canada is the #1 stilt capital of the world??? I swear to god there’s more stilt wearing done in Canada than anywhere else. It is so very weird to me. Here are these scary as sh*t stilters waving ribbons around all day. Frightening. Get out of my head you creepy stilt people!!!!!
I kept asking Jeff, “Can we go home now can we go home now can we go home now” like a third grader. He ignored me fully, so I decided to walk around + hang out with Juna. I couldn’t listen to folk music. It made my ears bleed + cry.
We encountered more stilt people! A grotesque chef with blood on his apron + knife running after a carrot. And the chef had a French accent yelling, “Ai weel get yuuuu carrrrrott!!! Heeeere ai come!!!”. Juna + I screamed with terror + ran away from them after I took this picture.
Ugh. Stilt people.
And I found his dad in the other room in THE SAME POSE. WITH SUNGLASSES ON. I swear to Mary Joseph Peter + Paul I did not stage this photo! Sigh. What the hell is going on here? Lucky dudes. I carry the unfortunate curse of being the worst nap taker ever. If you can reverse this curse, please contact me!
He was having a not so great morning – thus the really intense look. And he’s getting huge + squiggly, thus making a difficult shoot. This baby is solid. People have described him as a: Mack Truck, a Bowling Ball + a Shogun Baby. All compliments.
A benevolent creature, my son. Shortly after this photo came the harsh meltdown. It was cranky pants time for real. Well everyone, I hope your summer is all beach balls + lemonade! I am haggard in the country. Ta taaaa!!!