Sean and I: pretending to like each other since 1996
Hey look! A picture of Sean and I where we both look happy and not goofy. Well, maybe I look a little goofy. But I think that’s my thing so I just have to live with that.
May 112010
Apr 172010
Sean is away tonight, and since I couldn’t catch him on the phone at Flora’s bedtime so they could say goodnight, I thought I’d shoot a little video and send it to him so he knew that his daughter was thinking of him. I ended up with some unexpected, lowbrow comedy.
The video quality is not-so-great, but I did shoot it with the camera on my iPhone in low light (it was bedtime after all). Sorry for the sniffling midway through – I’ve caught yet another cold.
If you get to the end of the video and can’t figure out what surprise was (it may be hard to hear), use your mouse to select the white text below this sentence.
After I tried one last time to get Flora to say “goodnight daddy” in one sentence, she looks up at me, farts, smiles and says “toot”. This kid announces her farts and everyone else’s every time she hears one. We laugh every time, but we probably shouldn’t. She’s going to give us away at the completely wrong time one of these days, and we’re going to be known as “The Fart Family” to everyone in a five-kilometer radius.
Goodnight Daddy from Melissa Price-Mitchell on Vimeo.
Flora says goodnight to Daddy (and tells him something else too). Shot with my iPhone right as she was going to bed, which explains the low light and general low-quality of the clip.
Turn your sound up for the surprise ending.
Feb 212010
Apparently, pigeons like to take the TTC here in Toronto:
Typical Torontonians – everyone is trying to play cool and ignore it. But you know all those riders told everyone they knew when they got off the train.
This little guy dared to step on the yellow line while waiting. He does have an unfair advantage though, being able to fly away if someone pushes him.
I was just surprised that I could find three different videos of pigeons on the TTC. I had no idea it was such a common occurrence. Mice on the rails, yes. Birds flying into open subway stations, yes. Birds making it onto the train as if they were paying passengers going to work? Can’t say I knew about that.
Aug 292009
This is Sean’s new tattoo. The bull is the old logo for the Belleville Bulls, the OHL team closest to our hometown.
Here’s the story of how he ended up getting it today, and how I found out about it.
Sean and our friend Jason had made plans to go to Toronto’s Fan Expo today. They got all the way down there and discovered hordes of people in long lines that weren’t moving anywhere. They walked through various open doors to find more lines of people (many dressed up as their favourite character from whatever fandom they enjoy best). There were lines to buy tickets. There were lines to get in after those tickets were purchased. They decided that waiting in all those lines wasn’t worth their time. So they left.
What’s with all this buildup? I’ll get to that.
So apparently they wandered around downtown for awhile, visiting the Silver Snail, having a couple of beers at The Bier Markt, and buying cigars at Frank Correnti Cigars. So, it was a good guy’s day out. After a quick visit with a friend of Jason’s who works in the area they were in, they ended up in a tattoo shop. Sean has been considering getting a tattoo in commemoration of Flora’s birth. He’s been struggling with the image as I don’t think he’s keen on getting a flower (the meaning of the name Flora) tattooed on him, and wanted to make sure any tattoo he did get was the right one. (I’ve tried to veto the use of a fireflower for Super Mario Brothers with her name and birthdate underneath, but I need to remember that it’s not my body – I just have to look at it.)
So they were looking at the different designs in the shop when Jason (ever the good friend), points out the sample of the original Belleville Bulls logo. Sean has always said that if he won the lottery, he would buy the Belleville Bulls – he’s that big a Bull Booster. So he was excited to see the Bulls logo in tattoo form, and once he saw that artwork, made an appointment right away to get it put on his calf.
Keep in mind that I don’t know any of this is happening right now. I’m home with Flora thinking that these two are spending too much money on GI Joe action figures and getting their pictures taken with Star Wars characters and Transformers.
At about 6PM, Jason and Sean come in. Jason is in first and gives me a very low-key “hi”. I ask what’s going on, and he kinda points at Sean, mumbling that something happened to him. As he hobbled through the door, I see that Sean is all bandaged up. “What the hell happened to you?” I ask (it was more sympathetic than it sounds). Sean then tells me that he was hit by a cyclist while walking downtown and it scraped up his leg really bad. They flagged down a paramedic driving by and he bandaged it up. Shocked and worried, I ask if he’s all right and if he needs stitches or followup care. He says it needs to be wrapped until tomorrow, but he’s essentially okay – the pebbles have been cleaned out and the wound looks dressed enough that it won’t leak all over the couch or sheets.
The evening progresses and I put Flora to bed. Once she is down, I go on my computer in the next room to kill time while making sure that Flora is really going down for the night. I open up Facebook and I see that Sean has updated his profile picture. To the picture you see above.
I know Sean is a big Bulls fan, but I think to myself “it’s tacky to use someone else’s tattoo as your profile photo”. When I looked closer, I thought to myself “holy shit, that’s *my* couch in the background of that photo”. I go downstairs and make the following statement:
“I had to find out you got a new tattoo via Facebook?”
Big laughs all around. They wondered how long it would take me to find out. Turns out I found out about two minutes after the photo was posted. There was no teenage cyclist who ran my husband down. The two of them concocted that story on the way home.
It’s a good thing I checked Facebook tonight. I had planned to write a Twitter status, complaining about assholes on bikes who run down people and don’t even stay to apologize or help the victim get up. And that would have been posted to Facebook too.
And that would have just looked silly, given what I know now. Our friends would think we never talk to each other.
Jul 242009
We haven’t made a video in awhile, so I finally got smart enough to pick up the camera and film while Flora was in a good mood. It’s five minutes of cute baby babble and arm waving due to her mummy and daddy saying silly things and making silly faces.
Don’t mess with my kid. She will fuck your shit right up.
Okay, that is not a nice description for a baby, but she looks pretty thuggy here, so I think it’s justified. 
The rest of the pictures I took of her in that session were quite pleasant. She was having fun in her Jolly Jumper, smiling and getting licked by the dog.
Dec 122008
We smiled (a little bit) for the camera:
We hung out on the couch and gossiped:
We saw a really big Christmas tree:
We had a visit from Grandma Faye and Grandma Janet:
And we showed everyone how much we like to rock:
It was a fun week.
Dec 022008
We play this game together all the time.
Flora and Eeyore from Melissa Price-Mitchell on Vimeo.
Nov 292008
Putting Flora on the nursing pillow makes tummy time more fun for all of us.
Hopefully soon, she will understand the concept of smiling for the camera. Until then, we’ll get inadvertently hilarious pictures like this.
In honour of Flora getting her SIN number this week (the government-issued number that allows her to get a job), I decided to put her to work. It went less than swimmingly.
Unfortunately, she was promoted to supervisor – she sat in her bouncy chair and watched me fold the laundry to make sure I was doing it right and put it away when I was done. After I successfully completed my task, she didn’t even tell me “good job” or “that’ll help you get a raise at your next review”. She just started screaming about the next task .(which was a diaper change if I remember right.)
So, no appreciation, and my boss is so incompetent* that I actually do have to wipe her ass for her.
* Yes I know “incompetent” is not the right word to describe a baby, but it goes with the baby=boss theme.
