Speaking of work, I spent the day at the office today for the first time since June. Being the Friday of a long weekend, there were only about twelve people in the entire downtown area. And one of them was lying face down in Old Market Square at lunch. Two more were holding him down while a third called the police. I didn’t see what happened, and I didn’t stick around to see the outcome. I’m always secretly scared of being accused of something that I had nothing to do with, so I left. That probably makes me look more guilty. Anyway, I realized I love going into the office. It’s like my day off. Nobody is whining because I’m making them go outside. No one is nagging me to thread their shrinky-dinks (that we forgot to punch a hole in before we shrunk them) onto a necklace. No one is asking me which tank top looks better with her shorts. The few staff that were in the office today left early; someone asked if I was as well. On the contrary, I would've stayed all evening if I wasn’t sort of scared of the Smith Street parkade after dark. That’s two fears I’ve admitted to in one paragraph – look at me being all raw and honest.
But luckily, because of my fear I went home and we had a great evening. For the first time ever, we went to Ballet in the Park. It was actually better than I thought it would be (I'm all about the low expectations). The kids enjoyed it too - Spencer didn't even complain. It was a beautiful evening and we had a lovely bike ride to and from the park.
Neve and the neighbour kids dancing
Okay, so Spencer wasn't exactly riveted. But he finished reading The Lightning Thief for the third time, so that's awesome. I guess.
The neighbour boy got much delight out of showing everyone a naked Barbie butt. The rest of us got quite a bit of delight from that too.
There were several things I kept meaning to post about, but as I looked through recent photos just now, it doesn't look like we've been up to much. The kids were all in day camp this past week - Chloe in volleyball camp, Spencer in a full day camp at church, and Neve at a half day church camp (I helped out at that one). All those early mornings combined with ridiculously late bedtimes has left us all exhausted. Last weekend we went to the Quarry (with the same neighbours); here are a couple of pictures from that. It was the hottest beach day yet.
Spencer proudly displaying his wrist band (to prove he swam his laps)
And a final story…
There’s a song on my iPod that has the word sh*t in it. Spencer is particularly fond of this song, mainly because of the “swear” (I know, we’re awesome parents). The other day he asked Neve, “What’s your favourite thing about that song?”
“The swears,” she said.
“Which one?” he asked (he wants her to say it because he believes she will get in trouble).
“Neve! Do you even know what the s-word is?” (still trying)
“Yes!” she says indignantly. It’s “school.”