1) We have said our last goodbyes to Jon's (in)famous heart-shaped tub. It was never installed, never soaked in. But it has found a better place, somewhere in a junkyard in east-end Montreal. I felt a little like Jack's mom when Jon came back to reveal what he got for his trade. No, we didn't get a handful of beans. But we did get this practical little number:

Marshall loves his dad's new toy. For a little boy who used to be scared to death of the vacuum cleaner, he has really taken a shining to anything with a motor (AND he has since made friends with our Dyson handy vac, which I intend to take full advantage of as the years progress, if I have my way...) Jon's bike is one of Marshall's few joys these days, which leads me to my next point:
2) Terrible Two's, are you kidding?! My boy has started his diva antics at the tender age of 18 months! One minute, he's happy as can be. One wrong move from Mommy, and he flops himself belly-first on the floor, arms wriggling, tears streaming, head banging against the kitchen linoleum. It's like living with a pint-sized soap opera A-lister! Getting ready for day care has become an Olympic sport. We can charge people money to watch us entertain our son at suppertime to coax him into eating his food. It's one heck of a show. The other night, for example, he flat-out refused to eat the slice of cake we got him as a treat. But he didn't want us to take it off the table. We tried everything: the airplane technique, letting him feed himself, even giving him a larger slice ("Maybe he wants a bigger piece," Jon suggested). Thirty minutes later, when I finally cleared the table, he politely nodded to the cake, smiled and said, "Yeah?" and proceeded to eat the entire slice on his own in two minutes flat.
These two news items lead up to our biggest news of all:
3) We're having another baby! We got a new bike, our toddler is a little hell-raiser, and We_Are_Having_Another_Baby. This wasn't entirely a surprise. We want Marshall to be a big brother to another little Dukeshire. I guess, as with many things in life, the sobering thought strikes me every now and then like a bolt of lightning to my brain: Have we bitten off more than we can chew? But I remind myself that people have babies every day. People have multiple babies every day! I tell myself that we can manage. Lucky for us, we know what we are getting ourselves into. Before we get too used to entire nights of uninterrupted sleep, we thought we'd get cracking on another kid. Estimated time of arrival: October 27. Both Marshall and Jon are also October babies, which will make choosing Mother's Day jewellery in the future all the easier. Thank God I like opal.

We got a sneak peek at new baby, who we are referring to as "Beanie" (Marshall was "Weenie"), 10 weeks into our pregnancy. Jon and I went in for our first appointment, and Beanie was playing hide-and-seek with the nurse's doppler when it was time to hear the heartbeat. Luckily, our doctor's office is located in the hospital, so we made a quick detour to radiology to make sure everything was in working order. This is what we saw. Baby is A-OK. Doesn't it look comfy in there? My mom rolled her eyes a little when I said it looked like the baby was wearing a halo. "It's the amniotic sac!" she replied. Jon says the baby has my nose. He also says the baby is wearing an afro, so I take anything he says with a grain of salt.
If we do the math, it appears that Beanie was conceived around the same time that my grandmother passed away. I don't know what lies ahead of us after our final days, but I take comfort in believing that a spirit can carry on.
Recently, I framed this photo and put it in Marshall's room, which will soon be Beanie's room. It's of my Granny Joan and Marshall at six or seven weeks of age. It's my favourite snapshot of the two of them. When Marshall and I read a story, or when I rock him for a couple of minutes before bedtime, I can't help but glance up at that photo. I also take comfort in believing that an angel can watch over her loved ones. And my Gran, who had the most exquisite collection of angels, is most definitely the most exquisite angel, too.