As you can see, there was a lot of laying about in hammocks. 

Although it may not look like it, we did other things too, I promise.

Like eat and swim and build sand castles, also visited the islands nearby.

At 2 in the morning Tristan fell out of his hammock and sleep walked to the other end of the island,  so we thought it safer to continue the night in the hut (with the lizards!). 

It's a small island, and on one night we were the only guests on it.

Best part: no swim up bars or pina coladas or breakfast buffets  (although they do have their place sometime later in our vacation - Panama is a diverse country).  The generator was turned off at 9:30.  We saw the moon rise from the water and a sky full of stars.

Thanks, Mum and Dad.

to Panama

More to come....

They were happy.

They giggled about this song. 

When I got home, I bought it.

I giggled too.

Then we went to watch the seagulls.

And play on the slide.

Climb on the bars,

and swing high into the air.

It was a happy day.

Thank you summer.

So this weekend we had a wee attempt at the fearless life of an adventurer.

It started off with a power laden snack, you know, just to keep our energies up for the long journey ahead.

The perfect mixture of style and dauntlessness.  Tristan could never go on any adventure looking less than suave, of course.

The woods were dark and eerie, with dapples of light here and there.  Mosquitoes and flies patrolled the trees.  We may even have heard a bear rumble somewhere in the distance.

The boys were forced to make a fire to protect us from the wild animals.

And their brave mother was so worried they would start a forest fire, and we'd have the Royal Canadian Mounted Police knocking at our door.

But thanks to Real Canadian Springs, we had our water bottles near by.  Just in case, you understand.

The heat was overwhelming, even under the shade of the trees - but like true adventurers we kept on going,

and going,

and going.

Until we reached the moss covered caves.

Here the climb became more treacherous.

But never too much so for my two explorers.

And finally, after all that daredevil ism, the piece de resistance....

An exhilarating experience after such an arduous expedition. 

Somehow, the journey back seemed less risky. 

We even came across a forest restroom.  Going in there proved to be just a little too daring for the likes of me - I have public restroom phobias.

Some of the group had quite a comfy return ride.

While I - I took my shoes off and bare-foot spiky pebble walked it all the way back - just for the sheer challenge and torture of feeling the dainty soles of my feet torn to shreds. 

Until we meet again on another adventure,

Ingrid.

So I told him, "Come up with a proposal and I'll think about it."

Here is his work:

So, unlike my mom, I’m an app freak.

Also unlike my mom, I actually CHANGE my ipod wallpaper (almost every week).  Her wallpaper has probably been there since Friday, 18 March 2011.

You might recognize my last week’s wallpaper from my moms last blog post.

Unfortunately, I am very picky about the wallpapers I use, and also the clothes I wear, well, those don’t really go together. Which means, a lot of the pictures on my ipod of me, don’t all have me wearing the clothes I like. This week I had to use this picture of Miles.

Oh, I can’t wait until I’m famous, because most stores don’t really have the clothes I like, except H&M, but when I’m famous, think of all the custom made clothes I can wear.  
Fortunately for you mom, I might ask for a photo session with that sparkly shirt of mine.

A couple of weeks ago we had a Royal Conservatory Piano Exam - grade 3.

As usual, nerves rumbled, legs quaked.

Some of us stayed calmer than others.

But hey, we need those kind of people to keep us grounded in what life is really all about.

And anyway, isn't this a beautiful spot for a piano exam?

On a side note - my husband and I had our wedding pictures taken here, 12 years ago, when the last thing on our minds was a piano exam.

Dear Tristan, you've had the whole year to prepare for this exam; if you haven't learned it by now....

See, there's a purpose behind the daily nagging to "practice your piano."

And

To the best Dad in the world,

Happy Father's Day and

Thank you for our Janguani Sunday mornings.

First, a trip to the stylist.

I don't usually interfere with my son's hair.  Tristan knows what he wants.  And between him and Antonio they always end up concucting something or other pretty cute.   So while Antonio chopped away, I sat back with a lovely book and began to read.  After two pages, I put my book down,  (who can read a novel in a hair salon anyway?)  and got out my Nikon.

"May I take a few pictures?" I asked.

"Of course," said Antonio.

Click-click, click-click, I began.  And right in the middle of a click I heard something that sounded like:

"...slice eyebrow,"

"Mom, is it okay?"

I found myself stuttering out something between a yes and a no.

And before I had time to ask what a slice in the eyebrow actually was.  It had happened.

He looks pretty happy with the result, don't you think?

Apparantly, this is it.

Then we went shopping for shorts,

and a Father's Day gift.

In la Senza, you ask?!?

Come on, we all know what fathers really want for Father's Day.