Portrait of a Weekend

Sometimes it’s the more laid-back weekends that are the most pleasant of all.

Yum yum

On Saturday, we started things off with one of my favorite weekend traditions when George hit the kitchen and made us bacon and eggs for breakfast. We don’t do it every single weekend, but it’s pretty frequent. Hayley had asked if we could go for a family walk but when I checked the weather forecast, I saw it was pretty darn cold on Saturday and that Sunday was promising to be warmer so we decided to put it off until then.

Later in the day someone came over to work on music for a couple of hours so I hung out with the girls in the living room doing some drawing; Hayley is getting really good at it and Breanna likes to name all her doodles.

47/365 - Cooking and consoling

Unfortunately, Breanna was a little cranky because she’s dealing with a cold that is driving her crazy, especially since we can’t seem to turn off the tap inside her nose. She required a great deal of cuddling right at the time I needed to start supper so she sat on my hip with her head on my shoulder while I made the rice and vegetables to go with the butter chicken we were having.

I was on my own for part of the evening but I didn’t mind since I spent a great deal of it poking around on Flickr and catching up on a few things I wanted to do. I ended up getting to bed entirely too late, sometime after 1 am. Whoops!

I ended up sleeping until 9 am, so that helped with the late bedtime. Then, George and the kids ended up in the living room watching something or other, and I decided to do something I hadn’t done in an eternity – I made my coffee and retreated to the bedroom to read. I’m about 200 pages into The Other Boleyn Girl and I am *loving* it when I’m not busy being irate at the way things were in that era. I managed to lie in bed, reading about 75 pages which was awesome. (In fact, as soon as I finish this entry, I think I must go read some more!)

A family walk

After a quick lunch, we held true to our promise to Hayley and we bundled up for our family walk. It was a beautiful day and wasn’t very cold at all. We were out for almost an hour and a half, and Breanna walked the entire way except for coming up the stairs when we got back home. We walked around our neighborhood and found an enormous snow bank where the plows had been pushing snow out of a parking lot. Hayley had a blast climbing up and sliding back down. Even Breanna went a few times, though we had to carry her up and position her properly before letting her go. Hell, even I went down the hill once, despite a lack of snowpants and I got a cold, wet butt for my efforts (hi, pervy Google searching people!), but it was fun so I didn’t care. We’re hoping to go sledding in a couple of weeks, that should be a blast.

Mountaineers

The rest of today was just a typical Sunday where we try to keep things low-key and get ready for starting back into the week. Never mind that it’s 9:45 pm and Hayley’s still awake despite needing to be up at 6:30 tomorrow morning (I’m not looking forward to waking her up for breakfast!). Breanna’s snoring exceptionally loudly over the monitor, poor little thing, but at least she’s sleeping. George is watching “The Simpsons”. And now I’m going to do the tiniest bit of Flickr-ing before returning to England in the 16th century and see what lies ahead for Henry and Mary and Anne.

Family walk

I hope your weekend was as pleasant as ours!

Two glimpses of my kids today

Sherry: Okay, give me some space here in the kitchen please. I’m going to make supper now.
Breanna: SUPPER!
Sherry: Yes! I have to get the fish ready to put in the oven.
Breanna: (Touching the oven door) Ouch! OW! OW! OUCH! Hot! Ow!
Sherry: … The oven isn’t on yet.
Breanna: Oh.

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This morning when Hayley woke up, there was no drama involved in trying to get her out of bed. She still didn’t eat much breakfast, but she was cheerful because she was looking forward to doing all their Valentine activities in class and getting her cards from her classmates. She had also filled out three of the leftover cards to give to George, myself, and Breanna. (Breanna’s had a little beetle driving a car and it said, “you’re as cute as a bug!” – Breanna loved it so much that she spent the morning saying “cute a bug!” and if she misplaced the card she would panic and ask, “where my bug?!”) It was nice but the biggest smile came later, after she was gone to school. While placing something on her dresser I found the envelope she had been using to hide the cards from us.

On it, she had written, “To me famele” with a big heart.

I love phonetic writing.

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On this 14th of February, I hope that everyone is having a very happy VD.

No, that joke never gets old.

This is getting so old

Winter view

I live in Canada, it’s Winter, there is snow, blablabla. I get it. I know. But really? Getting a massive snowfall at least once per week has officially gotten old now.

We have another storm going on right now and I am both surprised and disappointed that there were no school cancellations today because it would have been the perfect day to say “Yeah? Well %$#& this!” and go back to sleep. Alas, schools were open and Hayley had to go because she had to hand in her money and order for lunch on pizza day next Friday, it was the last day for the chocolate heart sale at lunch time in the cafeteria, and the deadline for returning the form they sent home to find out how many people would be interested in a school-provided breakfast program.

I said hell yes to the breakfast idea. It’s not because I don’t have time to give her breakfast or because I’m negligent enough to not care. However, and it took me a stupidly long time to figure this out, Hayley is not a fan of eating immediately upon waking up. I’m not sure why I didn’t realize it sooner since I’m the same way. The only times I’ve eaten breakfast within the first ten minutes of getting up was when I was pregnant (helped dull down morning sickness), or if I have to go out. Apparently Hayley does better with breakfast if she’s been up for at least an hour, and it only took me over five months of school to make that connection. Unfortunately, she already has to get up at 6:30 am so there’s no way in hell I’m getting her up at 5:30 so she can sit around for an hour before eating. If they do the breakfast program at the school, that will solve the problem. It is ridiculously cheap at only $12 four times per year, it’s something like 30 cents per breakfast and they have a choice of hot or cold things. Awesome! I hope it will start this year.

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Valentines for school

Speaking of school, since tomorrow is Valentine’s day, last week they sent home a list with the names of all the students and asked that we send in a valentine for each one. During the week they all made a little post office box and decorated it and wrote their name, so that this week students could bring in cards and deliver them to the boxes. On the 14th they’ll get to open all their cards and theoretically, if everyone follows the instructions, they’ll each get 22 cards.

I like that they insist that students have to give one to EACH classmate. It helps to avoid having that one unpopular kid get three cards while someone else gets a ton. When they’re older they can go ahead and just give to their friends but it’s nice to teach them about not hurting someone’s feelings. As it is, in high school they used to sell carnations for two bucks and they’d be delivered during homeroom on the 14th and it was the worst to be sitting there, praying that someone, ANYONE had gotten you at least one because trust me, people looked to see who didn’t get one. More than once I sent an anonymous carnation to a couple of the unpopular loners just because I felt bad.

Hayley made me laugh though. We had gotten a few packs of mixed cards from the dollar store and she was going through her list yesterday, filling the cards out. She had picked one with two caterpillars hugging and it said, “You’re nice!” on the outside. She looked at it, then looked at the name of the little boy who was next on the list and she said, “I don’t think I want to use this one for so-and-so. He’s not actually very nice.” I said that although she had to give a card to everyone, she absolutely didn’t have to give a “you’re nice” card to someone who wasn’t nice. She picked a more generic card for him.

(Yes, she’s wearing a Halloween pumpkin costume in that picture. Don’t ask.)

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Another fun thing at the school happens on Friday. It’s the 100th day of school this year (already?!). The teacher sent home a letter about it, saying that they’ve been doing a lot of fun stuff about the number 100 like learning to count to 100 by fives and tens (which I didn’t know she could do until I mentioned it, at which point she started rattling the numbers off), and playing games based on the number. We were all asked to send in something for Friday. We could send in 100 buttons/paper clips/whatever, draw a picture and attach 100 things (they gave an example of drawing a big sheep and gluing on 100 cotton balls), or sending in 100 of some small treat. Usually they have a no junk policy so Hayley jumped on the idea of sending in a candy treat for a special occasion and so on Friday she’ll be taking in 100 gummy hearts to share.

That should make her popular with every kid in the class. Even the not-so-nice one.

Book review

I have a piece of paper here on my desk with a bunch of scrawled notes about things I want to post to my blog, but in the meantime, I do have a book review up for a wonderful book called The Sky Isn’t Visible From Here – and if you haven’t read it, you really should (that goes for the review AND the book!).

It’s -17C without the wind, Hayley’s home sick from school, and Breanna’s nose is stuffed up as well. YAY! I think I need another coffee…

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!