Sunday Evening Post
29 Aug 2010 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: grace, janitorial, random
I named this post because it’s an event – I’m not sure I’ve ever posted on a Sunday evening in all my years of blogging. That, and I don’t have a subject.
Phhhhhhhew, here’s a subject. Grace just farted next to me on the sofa and it reeks. Poor baby is sick. On her second poop of the morning she had a major stomach ache to accompany it and her lips turned pale and she went all clammy for the pain. I felt so bad for her! She survived, and seemed to recuperate for most of the day until the afternoon when she put herself to bed. Now she has a fever. And rank farts, apparently. So she’s laid out on the couch watching cartoons.
I just got home from work and am in desperate need of a shower. I was vacuuming on my last job of the afternoon when the vacuum bag exploded and blew dust and dirt all over the inside of the office I had just finished cleaning. And, of course, all over me. I’m also hungry for supper, and am looking forward to tucking into a big bowl of the minestrone soup I made yesterday. Yum.
I’m hungry and I need a shower. So why am I blogging again? Good question.
Grade One
07 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment
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Grace wanted me to let you know that she posted on her blog today.
Happy Summer; Embrace Your Frenemies
21 Jun 2010 2 Comments
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Happy Summer Solstice.
Although, right now, it is housework day (Monday) I do plan on celebrating the longest day of the year and the official beginning of summer by taking the kids to the water park after school. We haven’t made it there yet this year, and what a great excuse. Also, my Mother in Law and I will be making the most of the extended daylight by hitting the driving range after dinner. We were going to play a full round, but the forecast says rain is a big possibility and the earliest tee time available was 7:30. We’re both too old to golf that late, solstice or not. How about you? Anything planned?
Today Grace came roaring out of her kindergarten classroom asking for a play-date. Unfortunately, the friend she wanted had already left. So I let her play at the playground for a while as I stood holding her backpack, an armload of stuffies she had somehow accumulated in her coat-cubby, chatting with some other parents.
One of the little boys came over and whispered something in his mother’s ear and then ran away. She looked at me with eyes as big as saucers. Little Malcom had come and asked if Grace could come over to his house to play. You have to understand, Grace and Malcom have been arch-enemies since the first day of Kindergarten in Septemeber. He is the only kid she does not like and he teases her ceaselessly. I’m pretty sure she lies in bed at night plotting his demise. So anyway, I called Grace over, asked her of she wanted to go – and she said yes.
As the two of us walked down to the car together to fetch her booster seat, I asked her if she really wanted to play with Malcom, or if she was just hurting for a play-date. I asked her if she thought they could survive the afternoon together. She nodded her head, quietly considering the possibilities. “Malcom…..” she paused. “Malcom…..we….I think this could be good, Mom.”
Okay.
So off she went with Malcom, his little brother and his Mom. They left it until the very last week of school (yay it’s the last week of school!) but maybe this one last Kindergarten friendship has finally been kick-started.
Tid Bits
17 Jun 2010 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: adora, ballet, grace, random
I feel like posting but I have no topic, so WATCH OUT, randomness coming at ya.
- I am in the midst of baking cake. A lot of cake. My sister’s wedding is coming up. My Mom is doing the cake. She did my wedding cake ten years ago. She is a creative-type. But she’s not so big on the baking. And she only has a little convection / microwave oven. I like to bake. So I got roped in. We decided we should do a practice run. So I’m baking a practice cake, and later today, she will be coming over to decorate it. It will be three tiers, but we’re not bothering with the (giant) bottom layer today. I’ve got the middle layer in the oven right now – 16 cups of cake batter!!! And I still have to do the top. In a different flavor. But I don’t want to reveal too much.
- I’m dancing a little jig because ballet is officially over. I love taking the kids to ballet. I love watching them. I love that it is a thing the two kids share and enjoy together. I really love it, all year long – until the end of June that is. By the end of June I cry on Friday mornings, knowing what is to come in the afternoon. Truth be told, the kids seem to have had enough by then as well. The recital was last weekend and it was a great success. I was so proud of them I had tears in my eyes. But that deserves it’s own post. With pictures! I promise to get on that, soon.
- Also last weekend (I had a little calendar planning glitch that made last weekend a very busy one) I hosted a bridal shower for my sister. We had seventeen ladies packed in here on Sunday afternoon, and boy did those ladies eat. My kitchen help and I (thanks Grandma, Paige and Wanda!) made three appies and three deserts as well as fruit and the ladies devoured it all. It was great! My sister was spoiled with gifts. We did some crazy games. The weekend went off without a hitch thanks in large part to Matthew who mowed the lawn, pitched in with the clean-up, and even learned how to apply eyeliner perfectly so he could get the kids off to their second recital on Sunday while I was busy showering Amber.
- Grace was bopping around here a few minutes ago listening to her MP3 player. I asked her what she was listening to. “If I had eyes in the back of my head (Jack Johnson),” she rolled her eyes at me. “It’s my favorite.” As if I should know. Geez. Attitude much?
- Adora has a new hobby. Building things with hammer, nails and spare bits of wood from her Papa’s shop. A few weeks ago she brought home a sailboat she had built. On Sunday night we were out there for Matt’s brother’s birthday dinner (yes, after the shower and the recital) and we all sat on the deck shooting the breeze while Adora could be heard, down at the shop, hammering away on new creations. In a sundress, of course.
- Hello, blog traffic. Before posting today, I thought I’d take a look at my stats. I feared that with my major blogging slow-down my numbers would have dropped off completely. Nope. I have more visitors than ever. What the what? The other day I had as many as I did way back when I had the word porn in the title (most visitors ever). So hello to anyone who is new. Thanks for reading. Comments are always welcome!
Okay. That’s enough for today. I need to go stir up the next round of cake batter.
I’m not sure what we’re going to do with this cake. It smells delicious.
Balance
19 Mar 2010 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: adora, funny story, grace, women
Yesterday was what I call a balanced day. It began with a 5k run and ended with a cup of coffee and a slice of ganache torte from Milestones with my Mom. That is a good balance!
My life feels balanced right now, and yet it feels like it is teetering. It could so easily tip and fall in any direction. What is the point of balance anyway? What is a balanced life? Is balance even good? Or should one just forget about it and go hard in one direction or another? Who knows.
This blog feels unbalanced because it is a mommy-blog, kind of, and yet it has been a loooong time since I posted anything about my kids. I think about them all the time, and what I could tell you about them, but I never do it. Here, I’ll tell you a little something about each of them right now.
Adora:
- is discovering a love of (and talent for) math because she has been learning (from her Dad who has been working with her on it everyday) that it is all about rules. She loves rules!
- secretly made Grace’s bed and cleaned her room for her while Grace was busy brushing her teeth because: “Gracie just doesn’t seem to understand how to get it done, but I think she deserves to have a nice room.” Seriously.
- is missing all her front teeth, and grins wide and talks excitedly, lisping away (often about her love of math).
Grace:
- talks incessantly. I sometimes catch her playing by herself and the chatting does not stop. I think she must have some sort of condition where whatever runs through her brain comes out the moth as well. It can be both cute and trying.
- reads like no other five year old I have ever encountered. She devours books, and road signs, and greeting cards, and food packaging, anything and everything with print on it. She can even decipher an adult’s messy handwriting (mine for instance – I always put her in charge of the grocery list when we go to the store).
- is the boss of her boyfriend and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. When they are together, the dimples and the laughter are flying through the air.
In other news:
- I got the foyer all painted during Spring Break. It looks great. It a wonderful shade of grey that looks like elephant skin in the day with the sunlight pouring in, and a dark almost mossy green when the light darkens in the evening. I discovered that it is probably a good thing that Matthew and I are not in the paint-colour naming business though because while I was rolling it onto the wall, I thought to myself ‘primordial soup,’ and then five minutes later Matt came down and said ‘it looks like a shade from military camo.’ I bought a few cute picture frames that I am in the process of finding just the right photographs for, and am on the hunt for a little table or bench to stick down there as well. Matthew will be adding some big fat white trim and then we’ll call it done!
- The suite is done and the renters are moving in in just over a week from today. My father in law was here just yesterday putting on the final touches and packing up the rest of his tools to take home. It looks amazing down there. The day Matthew put the advert up on kijiji and craigslist, we had someone show up at the door two hours after he listed it. We received something like eleven e-mail replies in the first day, showed it three times by dinner time and officially had it rented out the next day.
- Oh yeah, the running. Remember a while back and I said I go out for a run occasionally and I was thinking I should make it a regular deal? Well, I took my own advice and started going out regularly. I’ve been going out three mornings a week and I can’t believe how quickly my body got back into the rhythm of it. It’s amazing.
- Oh yeah, the writing. After bragging about the running I must hang my head in shame and admit that I have barely touched my book in the last couple of weeks. I have no excuse. I sure like to start new things. I really need to work on my stick-to-it-ivness. It isn’t all lost though. I have been actually writing a good deal more of it. I add to it a few times each week. The problem is that I’m not supposed to be writing more right now. Right now I’m supposed to be editing, organizing, and cutting out huge chunks of it that suck. So I feel like I’m not actually making any progress. Tsk tsk.
- Did you know that in the 1940′s Lysol brand disinfectant (so strong most of us don’t even use it to clean our toilets anymore) was sold as a vaginal douche, recommended to be used three times a week? I bet you didn’t know that, unless you’re in my book club. We are currently reading Flow: the Cultural story of Menstruation. It is a fascinating (and horrifying) book.
- My Mom and I went to see the Emily Carr exhibit at the Kamloops Art Gallery last night. We have both admired Carr’s work before, often together, but only in print, books, calendars etc. To see the original works? Moving. Haunting. Inspiring. You should go.
- Mother nature is toying with my emotions. Beautiful sunshine! Snow. Beautiful sunshine! Frost. Will the roller coaster never end? I just want to plant. It’s all I want.
- I’m looking forward to the weekend for once (usually, for me, the weekend represents an overwhelming amount of busy-ness what with work, work, work, coupled with all the usual social things people do on the weekends). My Mom is taking the kids, I’m taking Saturday off from work (or actually I’m going to go work my buns off tonight to get it all done ahead of time – my job is the type of work that if I don’t do it nobody else will. Also, if I don’t do it i don’t get paid) and going to Kelowna for the day. Yay! I have a gift certificate burning in my wallet for a store they have that we don’t. Also, I need to get out of here. Get me outta here! Shannon may be coming with me, Matthew may be coming with me, or I may be going by myself. It’s still all up in the air. But I will be going. Come hell or high water. I’m not sure what I will do other than spend my GC and wander around downtown (Kelowna has some of the bestest bookstores) but I plan to be there for the whole day, so if anyone who lives in one of the surrounding small towns (ahem, you know who you are) wants to come have coffee, let me know and we’ll hook up. But I know you generally have a lot on your plate on Saturdays. So no pressure.
(And I can fit a few more bums in the Civic so if anybody else wants to join the fun, come along! It’ll be great!) - Here’s another random tidbit that I will send you off to ponder: for centuries before the term PMS was invented, PMS was diagnosed as hysteria (hysteria comes from the same root work as uterus) and the clinical treatment for hysteria was for women to go to the doctor to be manually stimulated to orgasm by the doctor in order to chill the woman out. Only it was not considered orgasm, or sexual in nature at all, because women were not allowed to be considered sexual beings. Vibrators were invented as a clinical tool to save the poor doctors from this tiring task. Yep. Yep they were. Those poor doctors.
When Literacy Backfires
11 Mar 2010 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: adora, grace, parenting
A little bit of backstory: Adora was an early reader. Pre-kindergarten. Kindergarten. In grade one we put her in French-immersion and by Christmas-time she had fallen behind her age group in reading ability. My good friend Elizabeth took some time out of her busy schedule to tutor her (Matthew and I don’t know French. Much.) and she caught up. Barely. But she did. This year (grade 2) her French reading ability soared and her teacher told me not to worry about the English. It would come with time. But somehow, just from life exposure I guess, she has been reading everything around her in both languages, much to my delight. She really seems to enjoy being able to figure out for herself the meaning of all these symbols floating around her on a daily basis. She takes pride in the fact that she doesn’t need an interpreter. That has been the number one thing behind her drive to read lately. whatever it is, it makes my Mother-heart happy.
So I took the kids to the public library, something we do less often now that the kids go to the school library with their classes every week. I decided before hand that I would not censor their choices (you might be aware of my kids desire for and my revulsion to everything ‘princess’.) They have their own library cards. They should have the freedom to borrow at their leisure without an overbearing mother dictating what they should read, right? Right? Right.
So we browsed. I told them they could each choose three books and a music CD. They loooooove borrowing CD’s from the library. Also, I chose three children’s books and an audio-book to take out on my own library card as a way to round-out their literary exposure. (The book-eqiuvalent to sneaking vegetables into their diets – something I don’t have to do because I instilled a love of veggies in them from the beginning). Anywhoo, as soon as the words “music CD” came out of my mouth, Grace excitedly shouted “I’m getting Stop in the Name of Love!”
Oh Good Lord. I thought. Sometime last year she borrowed that particular title. What it is is a CD full of cheesy eighties pop love songs. Fun, you think. Maybe. If only the songs weren’t belted out by a shrilly and off tune ensemble of kids. The last time she got it, she played it over and over and over and over with increasing volume on the CD player in her room. She asked if I could find it. My eyes scanned the row of music. There it was. “I don’t see it honey.” I lied. Bad, lying freak of a mother. We moved on.
And then my all things English and French seven year old took a quick scan of every title on the rack. “Here it is,” said Adora as she pulled it out of the line-up and handed it over to her younger sibling. What love and caring help she provides. Grace jumped up and down with joy. I cringed a little on the inside, thanked Adora for her help and we moved on with our lives.
Foiled again. It blasts from the bedroom as I type this. I really need to let go.
Too Much TV
25 Feb 2010 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: funny story, grace
I have a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with television. And I won’t get into it right now. I’m sure you have a similar opinion, maybe for different reasons. Anyways, this is a story about Grace.
While I was putting my makeup on, getting ready for the day, Grace came into the bathroom to give me a gift which consisted of half a red plastic heart-shaped box with two love-heart candies on it.
I accepted her gift thankfully but said I probably shouldn’t eat candy this early in the day and did she mind if I saved it. She didn’t.
But as she walked away she said this: “But if you call in the next few hours you get five more for no extra charge!”
Higher Callings
18 Jan 2010 6 Comments
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Grace was telling me about the police officer that came to her class this morning to teach the kids about safety. A lady police officer.
I said, “You know what Grace, I think, when you grow up, you would make an excellent police officer. It would be a good job for you. You know, if you want to.”
Grace: “Ummm. No. I think I’d rather be a vegetarian.”

