A milestone to remember

In the past five years and change, I have often read Hayley a book or two at bedtime. I’ve frequently read books to her during the day, especially when she comes home from school on library day or when we go to the public library ourselves.

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Tonight, for the first time ever, Hayley sat down and read a book to me. She didn’t recite it from memory – we had never read it before. She read every word perfectly and needed no help. She paused at “zig zag” and looked at me, but rather than tell her, I asked her to try, to go ahead and sound it out. And she did.

My reader

My little girl read her first book for real tonight. I was so excited and so proud that I nearly cried.

Checking out Winnie the Pooh

Breanna isn’t reading yet, of course, she’s only two. However, she’s finally starting to enjoy having books read to her. For a long time, she wouldn’t tolerate it, preferring to simply look at the pictures on her own. Now she’s starting to learn her letters, a combination of my efforts, Hayley’s enthusiasm, and the PBS show Superwhy. She’s always ecstatic to point out letters in books, stores, anywhere. She’ll finally let me read to her, as though she finally understands that the words aren’t a distraction from the pictures, but rather tell the story itself. Several times a day I sit down as she asks, “story?” and plops a book in my lap.

I always hoped I would raise a little family of bookworms. I think we’re off to a good start.

Catching up

I titled this “catching up” but I’m not all that sure there’s a whole lot of anything to catch up on, really. Not because I’m sitting here and staring into space, but nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Let’s see what I can think of though, because going days without blogging is not normal for me and I’d like to get back into the swing of things.

  1. I’m still reading Wicked which is annoying because it’s so good that I should have finished it by now. Unfortunately, I had to put it aside from time to time to do things like work and whatnot. I’m less than a hundred pages from the end now, and so on top of things like life getting in the way of reading, I also hit that point where I want to finish it but I also don’t want it to end. It happens every single time I really love a book. It’s been interesting to read because in The Wizard of Oz you just automatically hate the Wicked Witch of the West, but the book tells you the whole story of her life and, well, she’s a really awesome character.
  2. I hurt my back yesterday. I was trying to carry Breanna and her sled up the stairs and she was slipping. I went to heave her up with one arm onto my hip, just like I do all the time, but something in my back went *sproing* and now it hurts. Nothing makes you feel old quite like throwing out your back or (as I do once every six weeks) your neck.
  3. Breanna has become obsessed with snakes and biting. She’s been interested in snakes for awhile but the biting factor is pretty new. I think it may have come from an episode of Diego or Dora. Every single day she’ll suddenly ask me, “Mommy? Snake a-bite me?!” I reassure her that I won’t let any snakes come and bite her. Then she’ll ask, “Mommy, snake a-bite you?” and I’ll tell her I’ll be careful not to let them bite me either. The other night George and I were watching Snakes on a Plane again on the movie channel and I said it would be really bad for Breanna to wake up and walk into the living room because she would have been traumatized for life.
  4. In between work, I pop over to Facebook and obsessively check to see if it’s my turn in any of my numerous Scrabulous games. I am hooked. I am also discovering that I’m not as good at Scrabble as I used to be once upon a time. I don’t know if I lost part of my brain cells or what, but I am winning only one of nine games right now, and in the other eight I’m not only losing, but I am losing spectacularly. I want to blame it on the whole “my brain has never been the same since giving birth and being sleep deprived” but just about everyone that I’m playing right now is also a mother so I don’t think it’s much of an excuse. Bah.
  5. A friend of mine posted this video of Harry Potter puppets and I nearly peed my pants because it was so funny.

    I have had “Snape, Snape, Severus Snape” stuck in my head since 10 pm last night.

  6. It is -10C with some light snow this morning, but with the wind it feels like -525C with huge swirls of snow sweeping up into the air. Every year my tolerance for winter gets lower and lower.
  7. I need another coffee.

I know what the groundhog will say

Sigh

I’ve never needed February’s groundhog to tell me whether we’ll get six more weeks of Winter. I’m Canadian. Montreal Canadian. I figure we’ll be lucky if six more weeks is ALL we’ll get – because we usually get it well into April anyway.

And today was a prime example of why I won’t expect Groundhog Day to bring about any news. At about 10 am it started to snow. The snow was that wet, heavy kind that is perfect if you enjoy going outside to build snowmen and have rousing snowball fights. Which I don’t, but that’s beside the point. It continued to snow right up until about the time, about 3 pm, that I realized, a) I was making two whole chickens for dinner and b) I did not have enough dish soap to clean up the mess caused by two baking pans containing whole chickens. (The chicken came out perfectly, by the way, and we enjoyed hot chicken sandwiches for supper, yummy!)

At that point, I got my coat and scarf and boots and hat and gloves, and you know, my camera and I got ready to go. It was then that I noticed there was a noticeable “rat-a-tat-tat” sound at the windows. Ah, yes. Ice pellets!

So then we got ice pellets for many hours. The walk was fun. It was fine walking there, other than the one ice pellet that lodged itself into the corner of my eye until my blinking made it melt and drip out. At least the snow gave some traction unlike the icy sidewalks we’d had for three days (because apparently our city is making budget cuts by not bothering to use salt or gravel on the damn sidewalks). Coming back was less successful because not only was the wind blowing right in my face (along with the ice pellets that pelted my skin), I also had to deal with the fact that during the five minutes I spent in the store, the sidewalk plow had gone by and all of a sudden the sidewalks were slippery again. I actually ended up walking in snow banks just to have some sort of grip.

Ah well, I got a bag of chips and some chocolate out of my crazy walk.

The ice pellets continued to hit our windows for the remainder of the afternoon and evening, much to the horror of Breanna who kept running out of various rooms with saucer eyes asking “what’s THAT?!” Bedtime was interesting since she kept looking suspiciously at the window as though she expected something to shatter its way through. By about 11:30 tonight, it finally stopped and now we’re back to snow. We’re expecting about 20-30 cm of snow, depending on the area.

O Canada

I know all of this is normal. I know that in this part of Canada we’re meant to have cold temperatures, wind chill factors, and a lot of snow. I know that when we don’t get it, it’s not normal or good. This is the way it is here from about November until at least the end of March if not mid-April. A fact of life for most Canadians.

But damn, I confess, I am ready for Spring. Bring it on with the buds on the trees and the May flowers. I’ve had enough of this Winter crap!