Deck the halls for the last time.

The third and final Christmas in Saskatoon.

Caleb eyeing up Connor's milk in Pop-pop's lap.













Disaster left in the kids' wake!














Posing all nice and cute in matching Christmas garb.














Hey kid, you missing this?

Deck the halls part two.

Christmas number two.


Slow build-up.














Hmmm, what could this be?

















Oh my gosh, this is the best thing ever!!!












Quiet contemplation over the loot.

Deck the halls!

Christmas number one.
First time ever opening a gift...nothing else lived up to that moment for the rest of the day.

Search and destroy!

Caleb is hellbent on devouring my camera.

Bed, bottle and beyond.

What elso could a guy want, watching T.V. in bed naked with a bottle.

How'd I get here?

Upon waking up from a wild night of partying, Caleb swipes his brow and wonders how he got home.

Raisinette.

It seems as though Caleb spends a lot of time in the bathtub.

Ride, ride, ride hitchin' a ride.

Taking a little ride in a candy box with Pop-pop.

Love mixed in with a little boogie.

Me trying to get a little love from sicky-poo,
he obviously wasn't feeling it.

O.K. Corral

Caleb in the moving bin corral.







































Sick as a dog but still so cheery.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.

Caleb's first Hallowe'en.

Baby Don King.

Roadtrip to Calgary.

Stopping for a break and some spitz.
Before anyone asks, we were stopped at a gas station
that's why he's out of his carseat.



































Caleb takes some time to take the king size bed for a test drive.


























Turns out Caleb is no match for the powers of a nice warm bed.

That's the sound of the men workin' on the chain gang.

With Caleb's newfound love of getting into things, we had to come up with new ways of containing him.

It's baby-proofing time.

At seven months the boy crawled, we haven't seen much of him since. It's amazing how a little thing like freedom to move can change a baby's outlook on things.












He went from this little guy to...

A boy and his ball.

Whaaa?

All's well that ends well.

A family portrait on the banks of the mighty Madge on the last day of our little getaway.

It's a bird, it's a plane...

No... it's Caleb on a swing for the very first time!
He was having a blast at first but then got a very concerned look on his face.

Roughin' it.

Where is this kid's mother? Poor kid is rubbing his eyes
from the smoke and I'm taking pictures.





















Our very first camping trip with Caleb, he was seven months old. Truth be told, it was hardly roughing it, we borrowed Chris' parents 5th wheel. That thing was nicer than where were living at the time.

Fun in the sun (completely slathered in sunscreen)

Nothing beats a little downtime at the lake.
































I was a little concerned that chair was going to collapse, it was looking a tiny bit strained.

Can't...breathe...need...air...

I'm thinking the diaper was a little snug.
Caleb sitting up at 6 months.