Saturday, June 30, 2007
Yesterday was the last day of school and things started off a little rough. In the shower I suddenly remembered the tooth fairy forgot to visit Spencer for the second night in a row. So I snuck upstairs and put a toonie under his pillow right when he started to stir. He bolted upright and tried to check under his pillow. I still hadn’t taken the tooth from its little silver box, so I lay on the pillow and tried to distract him while unscrewing the lid of the box. It all turned out okay but I was a little anxious and disappointed in myself for not remembering last night. And then Spencer was crying that he didn’t want to go to school because he wasn’t feeling well. He was sick on Monday and Tuesday with a fever and sore throat, but was completely fine on Wednesday. I have to say he is not really a brave little soldier when it comes to being sick. He takes after his father. Anyway, after some threats and bribes and a pizza pop in his lunch, off he went to school.
Chloe on the other hand literally woke up with a smile. She was happy about the last day of school, but the greater source of her happiness was that she had new accessories to wear. She had Claire’s gift cards and a very clear idea of what she wanted to buy, so Wednesday night we went on an excursion to the Kenaston Power Centre. That place scares me, mostly because the parking lot has some thru-ways where cars go fast, but they’re not very clearly marked and everyone drives wherever they want and I always breathe a big sigh of relief when I leave the parking lot without seeing or being involved in an accident. Back to Chloe, she came downstairs in the morning dressed in her finest dress, her new pair of dark rimmed glasses with fake lenses and her new big dangling ring earrings. I remember wanting glasses so badly when I was young, ever since one day in Sunday School when we sang an action song where we pointed to our eyes and the glasses-wearing woman leading the singing pointed to her eyes beneath her glasses in the most dramatic, yet tender way (I’m trying to remember what song it would have been, but the only eye-related song I can think of is the Guess Who’s These Eyes and I don’t think Erna Dueck knew that song). Oh how I wanted to be able to do that. But there was no Claire’s then; no one realized how lucrative it would be to indulge little girls’ every whim. Chloe looked kind of ridiculous but she was so thrilled.
Anyway, they both seemed to have a fun day and were happy school was done. Went for a slurpee, Chloe had a friend over, went to Subway for supper, then to Rob & Gab’s. The kids swam and Neve played in an inflatable cooler filled with water and the adults sat and watched. I love summer.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Here's Neve in her pre-potty-training haze of excitement. (The picture are similar - try to spot the differences. I just really wanted to show off both my stove and my dishwasher.) Despite my initial high hopes (think like a winner), I gave up on this idea after the last post. When she woke up the next day, I asked her if she wanted to wear panties or diapers. She said diapers.
I said, “No panties?”
She said, “All gone.”
I think she thought once the 3-pack was empty, this idea was over. And I guess it is. Too bad I never bought the m&m’s; I could’ve had them all to myself.
Here’s Chloe, glowing with joy about her basketball medal.
Here’s Spencer playing goalie. He is very far in the distance, and much to his disappointment, so was the ball. It never crossed the centre line during his goalie shift. His last game is tomorrow, then all scheduled activities are over!!
This photo was actually taken a few weeks ago, but it captures Neve perfectly and makes up for the embarrassing ones. She's wearing the now-missing hat. I am not abandoning my search.
And one more: it’s our friendly neighbourhood peacock. Just wanted to further prove I wasn’t crazy. I need as much evidence as possible. For example, when I saw this picture in the Metro community newspaper, I said to my family, “Come look at my penguin.” Of course Chloe promptly corrected me. Nothing could possibly thrill her more than pointing out her mother’s mistakes, thereby proving in her 9-yr-old mind that she’s smarter than I am. Think of how much practice she’ll have by the time she’s a teenager. God help me (that’s a prayer, definitely not in vane).
The mosquito fogging truck just went by and I can taste the malathion so I better go close the windows.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
We went to Superstore yesterday and Neve picked out a 3-pack of Pooh underwear that came in a cute little plastic bag in the shape of Pooh’s head. Who thought of that?? They’re either brilliant or insane, but either way I respect and admire them. We put on a pair as soon as we got home and made a big deal out of it. It was every bit as cute as I imagined. She was pleased as punch. I got out the potty and we discussed the protocol. She smiled and nodded and said yes to everything I said. Five minutes later she calls from upstairs, “pee! pee!” And so it was. The carpet was wet, her legs were wet, and her cute little Pooh panties were wet (but still sort of cute). After that I put a diaper on her because we were going to the playground, then it was bedtime. First thing this morning, she ran to get another pair from the Pooh-head bag. She wore them for a little while, but we had to go run errands so I put a diaper on her. When we got home it was naptime, then school pick-up, so it was 4:00 before she got to wear her beloved panties again. She ran to get the third pair, then threw the empty Pooh head in the garbage. I took it out of the garbage can and told her she could keep it to use as a purse (yes I'm a packrat), but later I saw she had thrown it back in again. Whatever. I had things to do, so I told the kids they could watch TV in my room for a bit. I put the potty in front of the TV, and Neve sat on it like a chair. Suddenly she came to me saying, “pee! pee!” The good news is she peed on the potty. The bad news is she didn’t pull down her panties. A bit of a glitch, but I was so excited that we jumped up and down and everyone came running to tell her how amazing she was and we all got jellybeans (I was so excited about the Pooh head yesterday that I forgot the M&Ms). We went out again shortly after that, so out came the diapers again. But I am so encouraged by this accidental success that I think I’ll continue.
We went to the Ex tonight. I love it there. The kids went on rides and we saw piglets and cows and watched baby chicks hatch and ate mini donuts. I am always intrigued by what people wear. It seems 98% of the females (me and small girl children are the exception) choose the sleaziest clothes in their closet for their day at the Ex. I’ve never seen clothes like this in Reitmans. The carnival workers seem quite appreciative, so I guess that’s what counts. I would probably be happy for some distractions too if I had to stand at the top of the big bumpy slide and watch pre-schoolers slide down for 12 hours straight.
Speaking of questionable clothing choices, today we were biking home from school and suddenly Spencer yells, "EWWW! YUCK!" I'm looking around to see what's up and all I can see is an older man across the street, walking his dog. The man happened to be naked from the waist up. After we were out of earshot, I asked Spencer what was "yuck." He said, "Did you see that man?? He wasn't wearing a shirt!" I don't know why this was such a big deal since he has often seen men without shirts; but I can just assume it was because this man really should have been wearing one (as so often seems to be the case with bareback men). He was severely overweight. It was 16 degrees with a cool wind. He wasn't in his backyard. He wasn't at the beach. What could have possibly made him decide it was a good idea to take off his shirt? Oh to have such confidence. I suspect the jeers of a six year old won't damage it in the least.
Oh, and Spiderman jacket: found. Keep looking for the other two!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
- Chloe's pink zip-up fleece jacket - La Senza Girl brand (not proud of it)
- Spencer's bright blue Spiderman jacket (brand new)
- Neve's denim hat with tiny flowers - Gymboree (sorry Teresa!!)
I haven't given up hope yet; things sometimes reappear in the most unlikely places, but if you've seen any of these things, please let me know. THANKS!
For example, my purse is overflowing and I’ve decided to clean it out. They say you can tell a lot about a person by what they carry around, so besides the fact I’m messy and unorganized, what can you tell about me:
6 receipts – 1 Cdn Tire, 1 Canada Post, 2 Safeway, 1 liquor store, 1 Epicure
2 grocery lists
4 Huggies coupons
1 Academy Massage $10 off coupon
Safeway coupon book
Paint swatch card
2 Hot Wheels cars
a Fruit to go
Tweety fridge magnet
Sylvester fridge magnet
2 lip glosses
2 Kleenexes (unused)
an orange skittle
a pink skittle
wallet – won’t even get started with that
a Mars bars square
half a Lindt chocolate bar
fake Swiss Army knife
2 birthday party invitations
Pharmaplus gift card
5 cent Cdn Tire money
This is a new low in blogging. And I’ve seen some low points. My favourite is one blog I saw where the writer changed around her bedroom furniture, described it in excruciating detail AND posted at least 10 pictures to show the new arrangement from every angle. It was actually kind of highway-traffic-accident-like interesting. I don’t remember whose blog it was or how I came across it or I’d link to it just to prove it. WAY more interesting than purse contents.
In conclusion, here are some recent kids quotes:
Chloe (to her friend, all hyped up and pretending to be tough): Dare me to do something! I’ll do anything! Except kiss a boy I don’t like.
Spencer: Mom! Neve’s hitting me like I’m something to hit.
Neve: backpack (at least she said something)
And the link of the day: (guaranteed to make even the most cynical of us smile) http://www.break.com/index/cute_giggling_baby.html
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
I’m sad that Spencer’s almost done Kindergarten. It’s my favourite year. He loves going, and he also loves being home on his off-days. It’s the best of both worlds. He told me today that he’s the most popular boy in his class. I asked what he was basing that on and the reason was unclear. He was quite pleased about it though. Then he said, “Mom. I said two words at school that no one had heard before so I had to explain them.” My heart skipped a few beats, but it turns out one was “robbery” and he forgot the other one.
All the kids have colds right now so we are going through Kleenex by the minute. The kids blow one little drop into a Kleenex then reach for a new one. We have about 25 boxes in the closet (since Dale’s on a quest to get the bonus air miles at Grant Park Safeway every week so he buys things we don’t need) but I still feel like they’re wasting them. My mother’s influence is very strong. She would be proud (sounds like she’s no longer with us, but she is). Back to my point (sort of), I put Neve to bed at 6:30 last night and she slept til 10:15 this morning. I could hear her breathing on the monitor, but I still went to check on her in case someone took her during the night and left a tape-recording of her breathing. Yes, I am demented (as are most mothers I know). When she finally woke up, I could tell she was sick but she made it through the day just fine despite looking like Casper.
I must go write some cheques for school now.
PS: Regarding the ranking of blog fans, I won’t go into specifics but there are several ties involved in the top 5.
Friday, June 01, 2007
I enjoyed all the comments from the last post. I love blog stalkers - I just hope I don’t say anything bad about someone who reads this without me knowing. And Darla, now I’m all nervous about annoying you with incorrect apostrophe useage. You’re one of my top 5 blog readers and I want to keep you happy. I’ve been meaning to update the blog all week, but all the rain seems to have washed the time away. The sun finally showed its shiny yellow head today and it’s amazing.
Here are this week’s top three time-sucking leisure activities.
- Facebook: straight from the devil. If every person who plays on that would spend their time doing something useful like writing notes of encouragement to their member of parliament or reading to their children or mowing their neighbour’s lawn, the world would be a radically different place overnight. But instead I stare at my computer and try to find friends like a socially-retarded teenager. I am by far the oldest person on Facebook. Most of my friends are way more mature than I am and are not on it so I have to find (younger) people I hardly know and beg them to be my friend. I’ve only found 12 so far. I must step up my efforts. I’m going to start hanging around the university and Starbucks to meet new friends.
- A Thousand Splendid Suns: book from the author of Kite Runner. I’ve only started and I really didn’t want to put it down but I had to check Facebook. I haven’t picked it up again because it’s so hard to put down. I’m blocking off Sunday and will read til I’m done.
- Boston Legal: some TV-addicted friends got me hooked on this show this season. So now I have to go to Rogers Video every week and rent all the seasons I missed. So far I’m still on Season 1, episodes 5-8. For some reason, Dale doesn’t find it nearly as clever and witty as I do. He’s just jealous because I like Alan Shore.
Stucco update: Called the stucco guys last Friday. They actually answered the phone which was a good start. They are still insisting that they will do it, but apparently “it’s hard when you’re a small company to get a crew over there to do a small job.” Yes, whiny stucco guy, it’s also hard looking at white splotches all over the south side of my new house. He said they’d do it in the next couple of weeks. They don’t know who they’re up against. A naïve, passive, trusting, non-confrontational little woman, that’s who. Lucky them. I wish I knew where they lived (so I could mail them a pretty card with a mean message inside).
Have a great weekend, everyone. Let the sun shine in.