By the way, this is what Spencer drew on the sidewalk today during his outdoor exile. It's hard to tell from this photo, but it's two war planes (he would be able to tell you the exact name of each aircraft) in a dogfight. Somehow he has become a military buff and walks around all day sharing war trivia. It's all unfamiliar territory for us peace-loving mennonites, but I guess it's normal. It's just not your average sidewalk chalk drawing. We had a little downpour about an hour after he drew this. He was disappointed, but it's probably not the worst thing.
Setting up Playmobil "houses" which cover 90% of the surface of the playroom. I'm tempted to fire up the vacuum cleaner and reduce that percentage.
Yesterday I got all the kids up and onto a downtown-bound bus by 10:51 a.m. Bus fares seem to have risen significantly, and Neve is no longer free. It cost us $8.10 each way, except I didn’t have change for a ten dollar bill on the way home, so the day’s transportation total came to $18.10. And we didn’t even get to witness anything interesting or dangerous on the bus, so it wasn’t the best $18.10 I’ve ever spent. I’m trying to tell myself it’s an investment: if the children are familiar with taking the bus, I can spare myself from driving them everywhere when they are older.
Outside, I had a talk with Neve to encourage her to behave civilly, but I was unsuccessful. I said, “Could you please stop talking mad?”She said, “This is NOT my mad voice!” After a pause: “This is my angry voice!”
I got two Express Bestsellers (which are due back in 7 days or you have to pay a steep overdue fee) which is silly because there’s no way I can read two books in one week, plus I’m already in the middle of a different book. But somehow I’ve almost finished the first book, which will be less impressive when I tell you which book and how large the font and line spacing are. It’s Tina Fey’s book Bossypants, which I’m finding quite humourous. When I finish that, I have Miriam Toews’ Irma Voth to read; thank goodness there’s a long weekend ahead. So when I feel guilty about not taking the kids to the park to fly homemade kites or creating a cityscape with Plasticine, I’ll just tell myself the Winnipeg Public Library is forcing me to read. It’s out of my control.