Grey Cup Sunday

With the copious amounts of snow last week, Emmett's parents were itching to get out and play. Emmett agreed to go cross country skiing on Sunday, only after he got assurance from his parents that he'd be back in time for the big game.

In typical Emmett fashion, he was unfazed by being bundled in a snowsuit and pulled around in his stroller. Speaking of fashion...

Emmett's choice of colours and stripes were a little less than coordinated. But then again, what difference does it make when you are sitting with your dad and a tasty beverage, watching the Grey Cup? (thanks to the TSN live stream this year, Dad and Emmett were able to see the game).

When the weather outside is frightful...

A fort is so delightful...
When it's minus 29 below,
Stay inside, build a fort, let it snow!

Snapping a cold snap

Apparently, Emmett's town was pretty much the coldest place in North America this morning. Too cold, even, to get a reading on the Emmetthermometer.

Beneath multiple blankets, a snowsuit, and a pair of Arctic-weight wool socks knitted by Gramma, Emmett is snug like bug in rug as he rides his Chariot to daycare.

His equally effective, but somewhat less practical strategy for dealing with the cold involves cramming into his PeaPod with multiple other humans. Here he illustrates this technique with the assistance of cousin Jimmy and Uncle Colin.

And the crowd goes wild

Emmett registers his first-ever hat trick when, at 2:30 of the third period, he puts his third puck in the, er, net.

Chew dat gum, chew dem bones

For Halloween this year, Emmett's parents thumb their noses at all the suffocation warnings, wrap Emmett in plastic and balloons, and call him a gumball machine. Then they do the same thing to themselves.

Trick or treating doesn't amount to much, but Emmett shows great interest in the graveyard on Cousin Rod's front lawn. He is particularly fond of the bones strewn among the headstones (clearly, his parents should have opted for the blood-smeared zombie costume).

Originally disconcerted by his behaviour, Emmett's mom fesses up that she vaguely recalls maybe introducing a 7 month-old Emmett to skeletal gorging at a BBQ ribfest in New Zealand.