This stuff is harder to clean than you probably realize.

Last weekend, we decided to take advantage of one of the last nice evenings of the summer and head to the beach for a little picnic. We packed some food for Claire in her lunch bag, and then tossed a few easy snacks in her diaper bag for us (crackers, a banana, etc.).

We left our apartment, driving towards Stratford's Tea Hill Park (prime picnic local and home of PEI's only cricket pitch). As we approached the water, we could start to smell a faint stench. "Great," we thought, "the tide's out and the beach should be niiiiice and stinky just in time for our picnic."

We carried on towards the park, all the while the smell growing stronger and stronger. The stench started to change, to a slightly sweeter smell. A familiar sweet smell. The beach was starting to smell like... banana?

"Is she eating... a banana?" I asked Rachel.

"Oh... Claire."

She had managed to grab the banana from the top of the diaper bag, and being the resourceful child she is, squeezed the fruit until the peeling popped open. She then proceeded to squeeze its contents through the newly formed hole and attempted to lick it up. A nice little road trip snack.

We didn't quite understand the severity of the situation until we got to the park and looked in the back.

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With the scribble of a pen, we bought a house.

Earlier today (2:34PM, to be exact), Rachel made the first signature on a document which made us homeowners.

Technically, it made our credit union a home owner, but we're going to eventually own it. It's been a fun ride looking for a spot, and you can expect to see a lot more posts about the house (and our home owning/renovating adventures) here before too long.